A touch of play in the waist
Your successful mistakes
Are all camouflage
That flint's just an act
Staged in your eyes
Misplace to the right, misplace to the left
We pace and we slide

Find me a place in your unruliness
This hunger for drift and duress
Find me a place for this unruliness
A pathway, auguri, yourself

One word for how islands rise
High up from the sea
All round seeds collect
Life spreads over them
By pollinantion
Alienation, whatever it takes
Roots out of the ground