when you start to sing to yourself in the middle of the night
when others are sleeping, and your lamp's still burning bright
when all that's in your mind are whimsical lines
perhaps it's a sign that..
you're going mad
mad
mad mad mad
mad
mad
mad mad mad.

prance prance hop hop
a spotted mushroom fairy shop
prance prance hop hop
buttons that say go or stop
prance prance hop hop
see there's where the fairy lies
prance prance hop hop
a million ways to make brains pop.

i'm not crazy
i'm not mad
i am just a little over the top
or maybe i'm the top.

spinning spinning spinning spinning spinning spinning spinning.

i see purple suns and orange clouds and pink pokka dotted cows flying around. i see a field where trumpets play and marshmellows tan themselves all day --> self-roasted marshmallows!

come play, they say
join the world of wonderland
come play, they say
come join us today!

dance in wild abandonment, lead the moves astray.
one foot in the realm of dreams, another in reality.

reality. reality. the heavy weight of reality.
the ton that's pulled along by your dancing feet.
a languid shuffling of the feet. a conscious out of darkness peeps.
it's time for sleep.