A miner in a mine*
Couldn't find what I thought of you
A light, all the lights

Couldn't shine on what I thought of you

A crow on a log

All agog with what I thought of you
Belief, oh blind belief
Can't believe what I thought of you


And I could fly
I could fly

First we live
And then we die


Alive, a world alive
Living by what I thought of you


One police, ten police
Throw their shields at what I thought of you
Balloons, an iron lung

And those in the womb
Hold their breath for you


And every chair
Every chair and table set
Spread their legs for you


Alive, a world alive
Living by what I thought of you


I, I could fly
We could fly

We could've fallen...