Last night, you came by ten feet high
You didn't know me at all
And some big black thing came right up my street
And swallowed you whole
One time, I was sure of where you were
But I didn't know how far you go
How deep or how slow you
You are a country to which no one can go (Though we go)
We are like tunnels, meeting in silence and twisting with kindness
You can't know where they begin or they end
They're not yours to have or to bend
The line runs through you and out the other side
(To no place, that's right)
And I'd just like to see my Christmas rose, my birthday snows
My heart on its feet, walking strange down the street
His heart on his feet, walking strange down the street
