Thieves have brought us invisible make-up The fires are growing hypnotically thin Fish are leading us out of the water Spineless majesty swallows a grin
There's a seed on the wind There's a rose in the seed On the petals of the rose Is the smell of sweet ammonia
Frozen cherubs alight in a glowing tree Copper locust, invisible string Fried robots are blowing sweet melodies Silver frogs in lava stream sing
I am the light beam, I am the rock I think I am, I think I am I am the lime doll, I am the dog I think I am, I think I am
Pulled a muscle inside my thinking Not using my head for while Unearthing the tunneling underground I bury my head in the sky