The stars would know To send you the shivers And night would glow In the room in which you swim Filled with breath Of people making bird sounds And topless girls With pretty messy hair And swirling around Is that swollen sound Of horns all astrayed From some eternal parade Hey I got fits And a fire in my belly And shiny lips Can fumbling, find a seal The water, dear Can touch you all over But nothing here Can touch the way you feel This difficult and lonely cycle Of your birth in the air And recovering from that You'll hold me here Until I can't afford your kindness You'll hold me, dear Until I can't afford to leave And lightning real is leaning out and calling But there's all of that doubt Plus there's all of that skin But all is grace And all is beauty And when all this is gone Beauty will remain