They placed a partition between the here and the now;
Like splitting an infinitive, although I wouldn't know how.
A mirror stands by the rose garden, signifying infinity.
It seems to be wanting a reflection of you, and of me...
On a park bench an old man is reading all the bad news;
Meanwhile, to keep the crowd happy, a lady sings the blues.
The ceremony is just beginning in the queen's courtyard.
The jester is being knighted, kneeling on the greensward...
The children are catching moonbeams for the local museum.
If you believe they are there you can go in and see 'em.
I hear they sparkle like diamonds in the darkest of night.
To keep from blinding believers, they're kept out of sight...
Everything has its meaning, sometimes its buried really deep.
All the nonsense is in the basement, all piled in a heap.
The things that are worth knowing I've nailed to the wall.
The rest of reality and its banality I don't need at all...
