Riding through these hills 
They're holy as we will
This is a desert—this is a jungle 
The wildflower, she waves,
to the cameras, to the high wall 
to the watchtower, so grave
Four wild poppies by the wall 
Under spirals of wires barbed 
Enough to lift and break my heart
They remind me of what I know 
Through my body, their magic flows
"I am a lover, I am a fractal,"
The wildflower, she says 
To the cameras, to the high wall 
To the watchtower, so grave
Four wild poppies by the wall
I look real close and I hear their call
Yeah, it lifts me and frees my soul 
Four wild poppies by the wall
I’m thinking of another time 
I'm thinking of another life
I'm thinking of another way
I'm thinking of another page