I feel so strange, I wish I could fly
I let go, and that which I chase comes to me to die in my face
To die in my face
Standing alone on a hillside in autumn
Sleepy like the rain in the trees, yellow-gray, I'm catchin' the Z's
It's a belated birthday, U4EA drawing nigh
One too few, one too many, it's just a fantastic high
A taste of the salty liquid falling from my middle eye
Teardrops not melancholy, it's just a fantastic-tastic high
Though beautiful their forms, I leave them behind
And if I run out of tape (perish the thought), automatic rewind
Sinking their fingernails in the back of reality
Breeding with their illusions of justifiable vanity
Water boiling, whistling steam, sunlight dapples and it dances
On the petals and the prances of my dream
Of my dream
Glistening like the ocean I see when they say goodbye
To every earthly notion, it's just a fantastic-tastic high
Feeling spastic enough to be rude, doing gymnastic moves in the nude
Elation so drastic I could get sued, it's just a fantastic high
It's my mood that could get me booed off the stage where I'm viewed by their attitudes
So I'll play it cool and try not to try
Although I'm distracted by this fantastic high
Water boiling, whistling steam, sunlight dapples and it dances
On the petals and the prances of my dream
Of my dream
Feeling spastic enough to be rude, doing gymnastic moves in the nude
Elation so drastic I could get sued, it's just a fantastic high
It's my mood that could get me booed off the stage where I'm viewed by their attitudes