Well, I heard it on the news
You're not supposed to play the blues
Because a letter has been stamped
And the mayor declared the end
Of wishes and hopes for a land of speech and thought
Of wishes and hopes for a land of speech and thought
A rose is nothing but a flower
And its colors mere reflections
And we must not seek any connections
Between our dreams and our perceptions
Keep your eyes down on the book for it was made to feed your mind
Keep your eyes down on the book for it was made to feed your mind
Don't you dare point at the stars
Don't start messing with the odds
Don't you stare into the sun
Because you know you're not the one
And the future has been written by the cats who taught the kitten
Yes, the future has been written by the cats who taught the kitten
Don't you dare point at the stars
Don't start messing with the odds
Don't you stare into the sun
Because you know you're not the one
And the future has been written by the cats who taught the kitten
Yes, the future has been written by the cats who taught the kitten