It makes me see
From the dirt grows the tree
And I wish on the star
That you are made from
So I live to love
I touch satin skin
While I pray to a god
And listen to ghosts

I'm with the birds
I wish on numbers
I want too much
To ever need

It makes me see
The science of spirit
While I visualize
She spreads before me
As I live to love
And I love to hold
I talk to god
And empty voids