Watching the night animals
bellying close to the ground
I was walking in the dark

It was following some feral scent
Like I was crossing the road
Like I was

Following those streets to their destinations

And the animals of the world

And the animals of the world
Find theirs


And when the wind stops
We all stop and we are silent
And in the end we all will bend

We will break away
From the ox head
We are moths around a porch light

We're covered in jars
Or pinned to the wall
Dried out and displayed

Tired out and dismayed
From riding on the winds
Biding the tides

Riding the winds
Or biding the tides


Flying with the sun
Or perched in a row
I was at a window sill

They were unaware like I was
A moment there and then gone
Like I was

Looking for a place to rest

And the animals of the world

And the animals of the world
Find theirs


And when the wind stops
We all stop and we are silent
And in the end

We all will bend
We will break away
From the ox head

We are moths around a porch light
We're covered in jars
Or pinned to the wall

Dried out and displayed
Tired out and dismayed
From riding on the wheels

Biding the streets
Riding the wheels
Or biding the streets