To disguise
The skies
With angels
--No wings
But things of
Such a different matter
And this Mad Hatter's
Ready to run
Ready for someone
To help him out
Cause he's in doubt
But he's getting out!
He says to himself
In such a way
You know he'll stay
Just to compromise
The skies
With angels
--No wings
But things of a
Very different matter
That'll keep our
Mad Hatter
From holding his tongue
Trying to get on
Cause he just can't appease
Always seems to displease
Cold eyes towards
These skies
Full of angels
--No wings
But so many things
Of a different matter
And that Mad Hatter
Is gone
Before the dawn
To try and appease
When he can't even
Please himself.
