Intellectual Reference Point Restoration
If you are confused, check with the sun. Carry a compass to help you along. Your feet are going to be on the ground. Your head is there to move you around.
From the top of the world every which way is down.
You pull me close, and we start to move. And we’re spinnin’ with the stars above. And you lift me up in a wave of love.
We’re seeing things in a different way and God knows it ain’t his.