Thanks - Cloud Cult

it's 4-o'clock in the morning, and i am staring at the ceiling plaster, a movie screen of all my days, that came and left with grace, it's halloween and the smell of burning, pumpkin takes me back through all the, people i have dressed up as, to tell myself i have a pretty soul, and it is so wonderful, it is so wonderful, beautiful, and i give thanks to my youthful days, of grass-stained knees and trick-or-treat face, i pray i'll find as innocent a place, when i am 88, and i give thanks to my present day, it just got here so please don't go away, i finally see it's what i choose to make, i choose to make it into gold, and it is so wonderful, beautiful, i give thanks to my youthful days, of grass-stained knees and trick-or-treat face, i pray i'll find as innocent a place, when i am 88, and i give thanks to my present day, it just got here so please don't go away, i finally see it's what i choose to make, and i choose to make it into gold