can you help a brother
out of his mind
and into another?
an appeal to chance

'cause I'm gonna hold my head high again
and all through the dark I wave a needle
from under a mountain of debris
it shone like the skin of a golden steeple
serendipity is the fifth beatle

I consider us brothers
in this sylvan expanse

where I'm gonna hold my head high again
and wander the crowd in a weary sequel
to wait for her moonlighting fancy
her keys are behind a tower of speakers
serendipity is the fifth beatle

now it's out of my hands

so I'm gonna hold my head high again
lost in the sound of the shore in a seashell
the roar of an ocean years away
and the sound of a voice singing peaceful
serendipity is the fifth beatle