Well if I ever see the morning just like a lizard in the Spring I'm gonna run out in the meadow to catch the silence where it sings. I'm gonna force the Serengeti to disappear into my eyes and when I hear your voices calling I'm gonna turn just inside out. Well if I ever get to slumber just like a mole deep in the ground hell, I won't be found. Deep in the dust forgot and gathered I'll grow a diamond in my chest. I make reflections as the moon shine turn to a villain as I rest. Well if I ever get to slumber
just like a mole deep in the ground hell, I won't be found. I know there is a hollow I need to fill it with a draft of all the words that I won't say. And with a quiet whisper I send a curse upon the day that never used the Sun to see the light. I'm gonna float up in the ceiling I built a levee of the stars and in my field of tired horses I built a freeway through this farce. Well if I ever get that slumber I'll be that mole deep in the ground and I won't be found.