Wild to see clear

One piled on one, we have built these fast fast minds

Wearing all our clothes, we hold up the globe

We have made for our bodies a golden house of our words

Look at us all dressed up in our words

One for the sunshine, one for losing our minds

One for the hours that dance across the globe

Look at us spinning, each a tiny globe

Woven of magic words, soft words, angry words

Stories we bite into, wild to see clear to our minds

The crazy music of our minds bouncing off the globe in old words