You all can sit in a house of fire Alive until I'm supposed to leave the clouds And turn the silver mouth To warn the ocean where the eagles stand Flames tiptoe sugar The world, the fire ends Beat slipping off my hands Now that it's time, sing it out again Ring the bells anew Tie the clocks too loose Ring the bells anew Slide and run, the rhythm survives The clock's too loose Draw in curves the parachute You wrote a novel I did it true In spite of the kings That we trust Or could I say All of us 'Cause I wrote a novel You did it true And I'm not Apollo Of a king lost in you