Hidden Dimension

If I changed crows' feet into nightingales feet
and varicose veins into coral greet

If I changed baldness into full moon
and corpulence into flying balloon

This world would sound much better.
This world would sound far better.

[Marianne]
A word is only a little bird, flying through ears without being heard
A word is only a blow of air, blowing through rooms helplessly bare.

[Jo]
It's just a game of words.
Let's search for the hidden dimension.