This morning came on to me, silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise.

Knowledge is speaking, wisdom is listening

Purple Haze all in my brain, lately things don't seem the same. Actin' funny but I don't know why. 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky.

And it's no war games, because they all keep the same place. But like the solar system is going through a change soon and it's going to affect the Earth in about 30 years.

After awhile, your, your cheap talk don't even cause me pain, so let your bullets fly like rain.

Purple haze all in my eyes, don't know if it's day or night. You got me blowin', blowin' my mind. Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?

The reflection of the world is blues, that's where that part of the music is at. Then you got this other kind of music that's tryin' to come around.