Born on a back seat between the false water sky
Raised in the rain, sound and shape can't escape until
Brown arms and muddy eyes roll down the window, girl
Subtle body, wake up, become
Dead god of the green arising
Millions of miles see the bells hanging in the sky
Baptized by birds at a bus stop in Illinois
Purposeless powers that race from your feet and hands
Subtle body, wake up, become
Dead god of the green arising
Run to me, come to me, chill of calamity
Your eyes are not windows but mirrors
That hold the whole world in a calm embrace, slowly erase
The fine subtle body, wake up, become
Dead god of the green arising
