The forest awakes

A desert at dawn

A mountain at night

And the rhythm moves on.

The people awake

They're marching along

The streets are alive

With a terrible song.

Forwards and backwards in every direction

The abs' perpetual motion

The shifting of light on the banks of the river

I'm free, but I'm keeping my clothes on.

I'm marching along

The street where you live

I'm calling your name,

The song is a gift

The song is a road

A road is a face

A face is a time

And a time is a place

A place of relief and a time of confusion

The heart is a simple equation

With beautiful words and with beautiful people

The heart is a face, is a mountain.

A fruit that falls before it's grown

I heard a sound and a bird has flown

It breaks to pieces above the forest

A million particles born today

Out beyond the blue horizon

Air cannot escape

Underneath the weeping willow

I can see your face

Free-form, climbing all over me

Creatures great and small

Doctors pulling them out of you

Hideous, virtuous, both of us.

Come in my kitchen when it rains outside

Sweet inspiration sneaks up from behind.

Forest is true

I know for a fact

The bigger the front

Then the bigger the back.

My heart beating still

Through the perilous night

The bombs burst in air

My hair is alright

The shifting of light on the trees and the houses

I drown in an ocean of perfume

The strangeness of words

How the meaning keeps changing

But somehow the beauty will find you.