Insectine accordion
Breathing the green night.
Insectine accordion
Breathing the green night.
Nurtured it, fed it, loved it,
And mourn its lost light.
Nurtured it, fed it, loved it,
And mourn its lost light.
Beneath the green avenue.
The city breathing.
Beneath the green avenue.
The city breathing.
It reared back and met my eyes.
What did that ant see?
It reared back and met my eyes.
What did that ant see?
I'm a raven's bird
I can probably talk
I'm a raven's bird
I can probably talk
Made of fire but not for fire,
Let the waves take you.
Made of fire but not for fire,
Let the waves take you.
He stares, head bobbing. Is he
A bird, or chopsticks?
He stares, head bobbing. Is he
A bird, or chopsticks?