When you were a bird I built a nest of straw for you. Listened to you sing in the morning dawn. You would fly to spain just to see the countryside. Used to run below just to watch you fly.
I wish you are away. So far away. Away from me. I never understood. Why you were my enemies. It's been a long time. A wrong time for liberty. You took those drunk nights.
Early in the morning. Waiting for the sun. I'd thought I'd never see you. Thought you'd never come. I pictured you inside me. Coming through the blood.
Who flies above them all. To the past, the millions crawl. Calling from another place. Where the ancient memories awake. Don't let them fade. The everlasting scream.
Empty pictures. Take my time.. I see them always,. In my mind.. . You can't stop them:. They refuse to leave.. I feel them follow. In a waking dream..
You will know me. Walking slowly. Through the spaces underneath. . Pull me under. Rolling thunder. Echoes all up and down the street. . Come lie down with me and sing my song.
Rage against the wild secret forces that betray you. Struggle with the clutches of these stories. Which have made you. . You just write it all down. And then send it in your precious letter.
Bring the light in through to me, when I'm feeling cold. You're just hiding in between, climb in through the hole. . Things that crawl within your mind, echo always deep inside.
Midnight brings you waves in through, across the world to me. I am still here thinking about what you came to be. I can see your face there in the moonlight on the wall.
I run down the street, with all the wandering things. Everyone can see, the world is coming free. The monumental minds will dangle on a wire. The great enormous wall, eventually will fall.
Oh, how I wander through the days. Breaths and books I saw someplace. Was afraid to see your face. Thought it'd turn into a crashing sound. That filled my ears.
Looking out at all the people. The stranger stares out from the steeple. Gazing through the eye machines. Searching for a face he's never seen. Keeping always very secret.
Somewhere down along the way, I spilled out into the day. I made my way here slowly, with worlds of white below me. . I went out on across the stream, dripping sounds had filled the trees.