If I had it my way everybody would be
Sipping drinks the colour of persimmon bliss
And there'd be strings of lights threaded through the trees
And every face would have an apple slice smile
And all the paintings of my artist friends would be hung on the walls
And everyone would wear their favourite
Colour and look each other in the eyes all angelic
And we'd have the word namaste on our tongues like a pear
Drop acknowledging one another's soul flower with true compassion
And nobody's wrists would bleed out but
Instead be kissed by the breath of an April day
And we'd lie down on the sunny mound just to
Watch white yachts of cloud drift across the sky
And our bodies would finally feel like
Our own, even before we'd learn to hate them
And every boho dharma bum steampunk weirdo
Would feel understood and loved and accepted
Little girl with the pink fur around your
Collar we'll comb a beach and find cracks and dollars
Quitting cigarettes and a Ford Cortina
See the thunder clouds hot as Argentina
Bodies in the blue screen light - give into me
Fluttering like two box kites - give into me
I'm going home to my bed
Zigzag unravel my friend
I'm going home to my bed
Zigzag unravel my friend
Love is a crow that I hit with a stone
Love is a crow that I hit with a stone
Soft mild soaker like the itch of grass and bug bites
Yellow as a lemon wedge dropped into a tall glass of Sprite
Mexican skies burn blue in your irises
I had a dream that we walked between the Cypresses
Love is a crow that I hit with a stone
Love is a crow that I hit with a stone
Love is a crow that I hit with a stone
Love is a crow that I hit with a stone