Often talking's like hieroglyphics
How can loving be so specific?
Wise like Solomon, not too violent, but oh so clear
Move like water through mountain basins
Secret showing of what's amazing
Shape it in rhyme and it's older than time
Yet it seems so near
And if we granted it shape while it floated away
Would you think so?
Like a broke down rainbow looking for a sunny day
Now the moment's dropping just like leaves but it's ok 'Cause we're thick as thieves with this world
And my love will cover me
I find shade under kitchen tables
Read another of Aesop's fables
See the moral but oh it's boring to feel so bad
