Words Willcox/Music Bogen)

My fingers are grass
My tongue the asp
My town a burial mound

My eyes are jewels
My ears hear tools
put them down

My feet are wings
My body sings
Without a sound

Eyes of blind ignorance
See a world of despair
Mountains of man
Hide cities too deep
Cool dark graves where bodies creep

My nose is sharp
it cuts the glass
And then I escape

My back is flat
Off the beaten track
am a landscape

am at peace
The feeling's neat
Then suddenly I awake

Eyes of blind ignorance
See a world of despair
Mountains of man
Hide cities too deep
Cool dark graves where bodies creep

am a waterfall
come tumbling
tumbling
tumbling down
Into infinity
journey to the sea
rain through leaves and trees
On beggars and thieves
On fools that grieve
But I am
I am
I am

stand at my window
Wind and moonlight
Fire my hair

touch the glass
It can't be seen
But it's always there

I'm told I'm free
And I believe
Four walls imprison me

Eyes of blind ignorance
See a world of despair
Mountains of man
Hide cities too deep
Cool dark graves where bodies creep

My fingers are numb
My tongue is blunt
am only me

My eyes are shallow
My ears hollow
am only me

My feet are still
I'm unfulfilled
am only me

My head's a bed
It feels like lead
My mind's totally free

must sleep
am
must sleep
am
must sleep
am
must sleep to dream
am


Side Two: 'Happy ever aft