The sky turning gold in the west
Is the color of the place below
Your belly button
That tells you
You want
And when the winter wind goes soft
And the days grow warm and long
We take all our clothes off
And lay burning at the sun
Don't worry, child
The things you want will come
Like comets and hurricanes and nothing
Like you thought
And the best way to get to the places you're trying to
Touch, so you can touch
All the beautiful that you want to touch
Is to get rid of everything you think
You own
And the best way to find
The fire burning through your bones
Is to lay yourself bare
And shine gold back at
The sun