Everything you sense is just a bend or a curve Every deviance be it tremor or a breath Is a stray from a potential path It remains a mystery That you could not know You are a stranger To the cultures of most See how the children Try to embrace the flightless bird They couldn't yet form words But i could sense what they had wanted to say I'm only trying to translate And the room that you're in It must not let sense in Of all the futures to visit I'll be there dangling off the end The most bent branch on the tree You can't miss me May other beings brush up against me How could you not know You are a stranger To the cultures of most See how the children Try to embrace the flightless bird They couldnt yet form words But i could sense what they had learned to say I'm only trying to translate