I have the night breeze in the giant twisted elm trees
I have the laughter, the longing of my loved ones and enemies
I have my keen ears, my new eyes, my strong will and my small lies
I have my thin blood, my deft hands, my loose joints and my few demands
My, My, My, what a coursing racehorse forest heart you have!
I, I, I'd like to peel, eat, crush, squeeze, hold it, enfold it
Why, why, why would you want to keep it from me, hold it above me?
Die, die, die! Like we need to be born again without all these belongings
No belongings, just belonging
No you & no me, just a we, just a sweet unity
No things & no possessions, just a brief release from this obsession