Wish I was a portal That I could open up A hole into my body Let it all pour out Like a wasp in a window Like the leaves in the trees There's gravel in my boots And holes in my knees I will act as a reciever I will spin in the sky I will interpret the letters The static down a line I'll filter for details I will mine for the joy I will take what I am given And return it back slow Here comes the whispering woman There goes the wandering man You built a house you could die in I only now understand It's hard to see things clearly I took ten stabs in the night I guess it's best to keep moving It's all revealed in good time