A sprite called Uriel was imprisoned in a tree And freed by a wizard, now there's a tree growing inside of me The mystery cannot be believed, no theory to buy into No forest of books to clear, it is and isn't It was and wasn't, buzzing bees, distant cousin The wiz, couldn't muzzle the mystery Of the great and silent tree Live oak Interior Interior New fingers growing from each stem showing no tell Icing you out, cold as hell What a sap I was at the cloisters by the George Washington Bridge Unhinging a door to an abandoned fridge Flesh howled on the bone, roots dived deepening the mystery Of the tree Live oak Interior Interior I found you by touch alone at the masquerade Your anklet made its way to my neck and we slipped off Our atoms surged, blood became one We were neither lovers nor enemies Kindred nor kindling, yet I knew The mystery was not through The vandal delights in carving his handle into The proud and ancient tree A sprite called Uriel was imprisoned in a tree And freed by a wizard, now there's a tree growing inside of me Live oak Interior Interior Interior Interior Interior Interior Interior