I heard about a place they call Blind Square
In the middle of prophesied land
Surrounded by a wall of mirrors
Two hundred feet high and transparent

I tried very hard to reach there
On a camel, I saved from a cook's sneer
After seventy days and seventy nights
I finally arrived at the corners of Blind Square

A collection of clouds at the reception
The egg-eyed doorman was serving a blink
Two ravens on his shoulder
He whispered, 'Don't run so fast
If you want to see anything'

I passed the wizard's wonky blizzards
When a phone box came sailing though the air
And a zebra walked in to Blind Square
Reciting loudly the whole alphabet

Hope you can see me here in my barrel
The governor of the Blind Square District
Came rolling along in slow-motion pictures
Handing me a form-sheet and Shakespeare's pen

I fell asleep in the waterfall museum
And I heard the songs of the seven sirens
I saw the children, they forgot their names
Playing all day long on the wings of a crane
And the color-blind legends were melting
In the heat of the sun, the heat of the sun

When Hawknose Harlequin came
And told me something about the children's gun
Smiling in his wheelchair on the stairs of Blind Square