You seek a vision
To get your hardened hearts to beat
I cannot see in this light
I cannot think in this heat
Fingers on glass and a singing horn
The oldest peacock ever born

On the [bad word] back to me
Close so I can hear it
She is chosen she dances in the creek
He is love he is spirit

I was bitten and woke before the sun
The past [bad word] all hitched up together
Redoubled in a [bad word] mind
One of their number
We bring our best machine
One to hang down from her waist
We bring our best machine
One to wash yourself clean

On the [bad word] back to me
Close so I can hear it
She is chosen she dances in the creek
He is love yes he is spirit

Our best machine
Out best machine
We bring our best machine