We all know
 That the wind blows
 And the moon glows
 And our lungs grow

 We belong to the floating hand
 That's made by some animals

 And we all dance so
 We can let go
 And remove clothes
 And trade loans

 Like the type of tongue that roots from your breast
 And it shakes your pretty little clavacle

 good friend
 Is walking
 To a homeland
 And inside land

 And to him I said
 You can leave your eyes at the horizon's dead door
 'Cause you won't need them anywhere

 The children
 Spend the dawning
 And the morning
 Disappearing

 They reappeared as a seed of love
 You know, the hard parts are vegetables

 We all know