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"High on the cliff overlooking the sea Been walking an hour under this sky See the gulls as they fly below In winter these paths disappear under snow Here I come and here I go Is this a momentary golden ratio? Oh, I could imagine that it was me Yeah, I could imagine this could be me Up on the down overlooking the sea But something inside is pulling at me It mocks this voice that's speaking now It slights this loud unworldy appeal It strolls to the point where this morning ends And makes an illusion of everything I feel 'What am I thinking this could be me?' It says, 'What am I thinking this could be me?' I'm down in the lane now and I'm walking home Let me walk to the beat of my own metronome Yeah, let my fingers brush the gorse Give me salt lips for a sea horse I want no regrets and no remorse I want to see life as its own resource Because I've seen those birds as they wheel below I've seen these paths under winter snow Here I come, don't let me go I want a momentary golden, golden, golden ratio Yeah, let me imagine that it is me Because I truly imagined that it was me I was flung open I was alive I was flung open I was alive Yes, it was me "