Among the darkness the dragon cries,
Tears of blood dripping from his eyes.
Unable to fly with broken wings,
He sits alone and sings.
Sings to the wizard who strums his guitar,
Harmonies echo from afar.
Portraying the peace among the mushroom men,
Who can take you places you’ve never been.
So we’ll ride our butterflies into the sky,
And stop have tea with the dragonfly.
Then invite him along on our mysterious ride,
Planting flowers in the field where the pixies hide.
Leaning over to steal a kiss,
We suicide dive into the dark abyss.
Landing safely on a bumblebee,
Drift in a mushroom cap across a rainbow sea.
Back to the place where the dragon’s cry,
To tell the wizard farewell and good-bye.