Ratapun

I'm walking into this vast horizon
Where nothing matches well with what it is...
The clouds form a shell-shape with this pearl sun...
I feel like dreaming in a myst, till I

Hear a pa-ra-pan-pun
Coming from above...
May this ratapun
Be what I dream of?

I see little elfs jumping in lime grass
Their skin is purple like they're made of das...
Trees tainted with plastic yellow coating...
I wander through it all and still yet I

Hear a ta-ra-ta-pun
Coming from beneath...
May this ratapun
Be a part of me?

A ta-ra-tam-pun...
Call from the above...
What pa-ram-pam-pin...
Nest inside of me...

I'm walking into this vast horizon...
I suspect I might never be back home...
But a ta-ra-tam-pun...