It's no good searching No analysing Won't find it looking In some dusty journal

It's all in your head It's in the way that you look at things And if you ever change your mind You'll find answers of a different kind

It's all invention Aesthetic truth Justice and love Discovering the new

It's all in your head It's in the way you look at things

It's a different kind of real Not what you see, but what you feel Not productive, but profound Not printed music, but the sound