I found my way back to your bed
Where definition crumbles
A place where everything and nothing can live inside the same body.

I am a bird in a tree
Whose branches are above me,
New as anything.

I've heard translations of you exist
But they're not as good as the original
And not worthy of the same frame of reference

My religion is like a stone idol
Your soul left it behind, but I sat and stared
I watch moss grow on the edges
I watch grass grow in the old fountain
But always changing, I hate religion

I'm only leaving to find another living love
I leave feeling like a vampire looking for blood