There is dirt on our phones
So we polish them with our bones
Combine pine-cones and pyramids
To see the stars in your eyes
They are dry like the desert
But perhaps we are thirsty eagles
Advancing along the edges of oblivion

Keep yourself clean
And dream of my heart
We never parted
We just left each other alone
For to die happy is to find your home
So comb the sand
And do handstands alone
When you remove the demands
From your sentences
And speak in sweet undertones
You'll see the feelings
That you've already known
From here to there we've grown
Into our houses and homes
I'm waiting for you to return
Like ocean waves on better days
You once sprinkled water upon my soul