Who am I to say things may not all be what they seem?
And how can I disturb the facts of life?
And who am I to speak about the fabric of a dream?

And who´s to say that dreams cannot be right?

It´s the power of the moon
The power

Who am I to talk about the lunacy at hand?
Burnishing the madness in my head
And who am I to mention that before it all began
Everything I heard was never said at all?

It´s the power of the moon
The power

Ah, it´s a green balloon that travels so benign
On a path that goes along the shoreline

Ah, it´s a green balloon that travels so benign
It´s the only thing that´s keeping me in line

Oh, the tides will rise and then they fall on time
And everything on earth begins to rhyme