feed your ground that you can't help but plant as the seeds fall from your mouth
sing that sound that you make when you toss and you turn as you're waking up
breathe it out so that bird can descend with the icicle in its mouth oh that bird will descend with the icicle in its mouth
and what you call 'home' is not what what you once thought and what you call 'love' is more than reaction and what you call 'fear' is just a paper wall
leave it now all the words that we wrote when we were young cannot be found
hold it out so that bird can descend with the icicle in its mouth oh, the peacock explained in a moment that all is now
the last enduring chill it was like a warm ripple across a deeper sea of cold it was the Holy Ghost