Absolute Happiness by Byrds
Dressed in country cloth and sitting on the floor
Warmed by antique sun amid the green timber
Held together by uncertainty, climb the Babel tower
Looking up instead of down, we need room to gamble
Sunday morning exercises started stand alone
Filling in the vacant spaces with the dreams of truth
Intimitations slowly sinking in, see the dreams we dreamed
Looking up instead of down still a-hiding
Absolute happiness unties the ropes that bind
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