I've never told this story to another living soul
For fear it might awaken and the story would unfold
Candles in a courtyard and a paper colored cat

While demos danced on feathers and cosmos held the hat

Next came their profession and a paper colored purr

An umber armed albino and the crowd began to stir
I slid behind a linden to swallow what I'd seen
I slid behind a linden and to swallow what I'd seen


Threads of grass and thumbles, needles made of hair
Leaves a dance that stumbles, limbs laughed in the air

Threads of grass and thumbles, needles made of hair
Leaves a dance that stumbles, limbs laughed in the air


And on the day you fall, who's name would you call
The only thing you taught me is the only thing you know
How to start a fir once the umbers cease to glow

The only thing you taught me is the only thing you know
How to start a fire once the umbers cease to glow