When he sits in merry disarray
With a smile that says it all
He's found a distant bliss
Too beautiful for words
And he talks in tones so eloquent
And confident you know
Now he understands a trip is not a fall

Christopher Mayhew says
There is no time
There is no space
But he knows where he goes
And he's happy to be free

His liquid mind is leaking out
But it's fun to feel it flow
Into immediate infinities unknown
A sacred swarm of human eyes
Arising through the floor
Glistening perfection as they glow

Christopher Mayhew says
There is no time
There is no space
But he knows where he goes
And he's happy to be free

Christopher Mayhew says
There is no time
There is no space

Knows
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says