2009-07-20
It Was Fear Of Myself That Made Me Odd
Spinning, arms spread And crushing the tops of mountains with my hands As I dive into the Pacific, I flood the shorelines And I exhale causing the oceans' endless waves As I emerge and shaking the wreckage from my hair with my hands I want to breathe life into the Dead Sea As this rain forest falls beneath my knees I want to breathe life into the Dead Sea Below, where is your boat? You are slow, you are slow I will play, the sky is black Breathe in all the air Exhale and choke the land with carbon From where I stand I can see the curvature of this earth And I want to make it flat I will play, the sky is black I will play, sky is black
