Perfect Mystery - Gong

It’s a perfect mystery

How becomes a tree a tree

But there’s something telling me

That nothing is for

Nothing is for

Nothing is for

Only one lifetime

Learning to be

Cops at the door

No cops at the door

Cops at the door

No cops at the door

What a surprise!

She looked in the cupboard

And found the eyes

In the suitcase

On the Isle of Everywhere

It becomes a man to share

All and everything he cares for

Everyone is

Everybody

Else is lowly

Melting themselves

Together again

Look up in the air

The Octave Doctor’s there

And when he strokes his gong

Your middle eye comes on

What a surprise!

She looked around for Zero

But he’d lost his eyes

In a fruitcake