I was folded by ferns You could return the earth All to her Open mouth Look up now Fall my failures, To the ground I know, I know, I know all of them
I am wind in the pines I am a line you can't define When the dawn breaks When the moon shakes In my love-lock landscapes I know, I know, I know all of them
Be in my vision My gardener I'll be an architect On window steam And I'll be in the stream
Be in that canyon, That corridor I'll be an architect On window steam And I'll be in the stream
