i shake my silver bells the lights turn green light green again down on the ocean floor the sound of two low violins
yes
and on the fruited plain i do the snake and shed my skin stretched out upon the grass until the silver bells begin again
and there's a fire burning softly in the center of the moon and it may not burn forever but it won't blow out too soon and there's a wind that blows us forward as we float content to drift somersaulting backward tumbling so swift
to the bright blue light bright blue light
all the trees on Locust Lane begin to bend their bony limbs the sky is darkroom red stuck with a million silver pins
the clouds come crawling in the lights turn green light green again up in the outer space the sound of two low violins
and there's a fire burning softly in the center of the moon and it may not burn forever but it won't blow out too soon and there's a wind that blows us forward as we float content to drift somersaulting backward tumbling so swift
to the bright blue light bright blue light