Feathers flee away somewhere south and soundSomewhere only mountains knowDrifting with the ghostly breeze as cumulonimbus driversNothing there but dust and snow and rustA rusty gateway into meAnd you've gone and lost the keyLost it to the keyhole you've becomeYou swallowed, you swallowed and ran, ran, ran with the mad horsesYou ran it straight home, in justJust a moment of shiver and silence and quiverOh to be young and feel love's keen stingerBurrowing and nesting into my ribsInto the land of milk, honey, hope, glory and free-dumbsThe shines of a starry night, you plug it inAnd I'm ready to be killed, and leached, and refilledWe watch itWe watch it
