For him it's a simple movement
As easy as making love
And he makes love to the sky and the moon
Yes, he does
For some its only confusion
And that's those who don't know where they're going
And for those who never heard or seen the truth
They're blind
For some it's a haze of color
Like a bright exotic bird in flight
And for those who wish to fly with it
Fly with it, try with it, fly, fly, oh fly with it, fly
He's amazed at jigsaw of sound
That have been filtered through his mind
He's filtered out all the good things
And the bad things have been left way behind
Far behind
For those of another generation
He's all but to make fun of
But they do not understand the experience, the experience, the experience
The experience, the experience, the experience, the experience
The experience, the experience
As easy as making love
And he makes love to the sky and the moon
Yes, he does
For some its only confusion
And that's those who don't know where they're going
And for those who never heard or seen the truth
They're blind
For some it's a haze of color
Like a bright exotic bird in flight
And for those who wish to fly with it
Fly with it, try with it, fly, fly, oh fly with it, fly
He's amazed at jigsaw of sound
That have been filtered through his mind
He's filtered out all the good things
And the bad things have been left way behind
Far behind
For those of another generation
He's all but to make fun of
But they do not understand the experience, the experience, the experience
The experience, the experience, the experience, the experience
The experience, the experience
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