I have lightning
If the stars dry out to guide me
I have soft clay

To knit my bones astride
What a miracle they say
Dark clouds gather

Velvet holes
Gaping wide oh
And they pour it down

And they sing to me
Of wonders
Unseen

Like clouds that rise
From the sea, oh
And I'm sorry

I'm so sorry
That I missed the point
Of this pageantry

But I'm grateful
That you love me