and see the flacker birds black as your appartment is at night take off when my dog comes a-running to bite and as they sit on their branches to watch the game they're chanting your name the crows at the game, they chant your name and as i drive home listening to kimya's record on K there's this deer with its little ones in the field off the freeway and it's teaching its fawns who are still a bit lame to chant your name the baby deer still lame, they know your name [go andré] and the birch trees and the pine trees behind the summer house they raise their voices when the cigarette drops from the city boy's mouth and when they're shit-scared that a mighty fire could start with a tiny flame man, they call out your name shit-scared of a tiny flame, even the trees call your name and the baboon, and the baboon in the cage at the mercy of scientists he is brave and he's a-showing his teeth to resist and despite all the drugs that they are using to tame him, he's a-shouting your name the baboon that no-one can tame, he's a-shouting your name to the scientists who feel no shame, he's a-shouting your name and when i'm lost again, well i do the same i shout your name (and now we're gonna slow down a little) (a little more) (we call it a song)