Thieves have brought us invisible make-up   The fires are growing hypnotically thin   Fish are leading us out of the water   Spineless majesty swallows a grin      There's a seed on the wind   There's a rose in the seed   On the petals of the rose   Is the smell of sweet ammonia      Frozen cherubs alight in a glowing tree   Copper locust, invisible string   Fried robots are blowing sweet melodies   Silver frogs in lava stream sing      I am the light beam, I am the rock   I think I am, I think I am   I am the lime doll, I am the dog   I think I am, I think I am      Pulled a muscle inside my thinking   Not using my head for while   Unearthing the tunneling underground   I bury my head in the sky