It's a bird, stained obstruction Bluebird and straw on my tongue Warmth without the worry of Who might be staring, watching It's a swift wind that makes sassafras Swept through your head, lit by the light And all the world is in bloom here Both ways, it's a turn in us Bluebird, blow your thoughts to ground They now love a shroom and they beckon you out Beckon you, beckon you and Beckon you, beckon you out The bunnies stare blank, disenchanted They open their mouths, let out meows Have faith in the fangs they've inherited Open your mouth, let out meows Dreams before people Dreams before people Dreams before people