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Bubbles
Take an axe to your past, to your family tree
Carve a face from the wood, an effegy
Make wings from the leaves, hide from the bark
Kindling for the hair, rose for his heart
Someone to draw you right
Someone to catch the light
Draw the blues from the skies into his eyes
Carve the lines on his face, a map of the race
Juice from the root of a beet for his skin
Set the tides of the blood with the pulse of the drum
Someone to draw you right
Someone to catch the light
I'm alive (x2)
Wash the boy in the stream so tenderly
Press his lips to your lips, give him your breath
He awakes with the weight of the vision he holds
Sees the rent in time through which he must fold
Someone to draw you right
Someone to catch the light
I'm alive (x7)
Stir the heart with a drum
Kiss smoke in his mouth
Show him signs of a life
That's a whole lot better
And he calls down the rain
Tornadoes and hurricanes
There's a world in his veins
That's a whole lot better
Alive, I'm alive (x5)
Fingers raised to the sky, a snake for a spine
He's drunk on a life that's a whole lot better
Teach him songs of the bees, double helix and honeycomb
Play him wind through the leaves
That's a whole lot better
Alive, I'm alive (x5)
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Alive, I'm alive (x5)
That's a whole lot better
Play him wind through the leaves
Teach him songs of the bees, double helix and honeycomb
He's drunk on a life that's a whole lot better
Fingers raised to the sky, a snake for a spine
Alive, I'm alive (x5)
That's a whole lot better
There's a world in his veins
Tornadoes and hurricanes
And he calls down the rain
That's a whole lot better
Show him signs of a life
Kiss smoke in his mouth
Stir the heart with a drum
I'm alive (x7)
Someone to catch the light
Someone to draw you right
Sees the rent in time through which he must fold
He awakes with the weight of the vision he holds
Press his lips to your lips, give him your breath
Wash the boy in the stream so tenderly
I'm alive (x2)
Someone to catch the light
Someone to draw you right
Set the tides of the blood with the pulse of the drum
Juice from the root of a beet for his skin
Carve the lines on his face, a map of the race
Draw the blues from the skies into his eyes
Someone to catch the light
Someone to draw you right
Kindling for the hair, rose for his heart
Make wings from the leaves, hide from the bark
Carve a face from the wood, an effegy
Take an axe to your past, to your family tree
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