Through the night In the wind
Some ordinary
magic
You and I
Surfacing
Slow enough to know it
Butterflies
Circling
A forest and its temples
Seeing from the windowsill Something to be worshipped
All my schemes
schemin’ me
out of depth
I’m a shallow kind of free I guess I am
Just someone’s fool today
Watch the bird eat the worm an ordinary tragedy
You And I
Disappear
Slow ‘nough not to notice
All my dreams
dreaming me
out of sleep
What do I need to be free?