boom    my voice says make room   may the hand combat the gloom   when the ant comes creeping up   i spread my arms so i'd assume   my vest starts to bloom   with the breath that I consume   and I grow like grass on the hillside   its the way i leave my tomb   was it dark in there at all?   it was dark i must admit   was it you that i heard call?   it was me from yonder pit   was it what you thought was you?   it was me and someone else   i was crying out for you   in high and girly swell   is the gleam you thought was gone   beginning to return?   when you lay down on the lawn   can't you feel its fiery burn   see the rooftops in the sun   see the fading afternoon   feel the tangle come undone   hear the doobydoo   boom   my voice says make room   may the hand combat the gloom   when the dark slips in    I spread my arms so why did I consume   the depth of its doom   with the brightness I resume   and I grow green leaves on my branches    its the way my blossoms bloom   wasn't I the wind that blew?   here is that what you allowed   to come wildly rushing through   you became a gambit howl   was it finally coming true   it had never ceased to be   wasn't i the light that grew   wasn't that light born in me   here is that what you have touched   when you werent trying to   it was how you made so much   by forgetting what was you   see the rooftops in the sun   see the fading afternoon   feel the tangle come undone   hear the doobydoo   and like a mountain peak so high and stout   i blew my little bloomy guts about   i was told i've always been   with flashing flood and whipping wind   i live with everything that i can't do without