David Byrne
The Sword Is Yours
And now it's clear that leaving here's okay
Goodbye to ma and how you do today
Tempted by obliteration
Mother Earth gives a paid vacation
Where colors rule and polish all that's grey
Lame, strong, and [?]
To reverie my senses yield
Tiny lips push by my ear
Melt myself by singing clear
The sword is yours
Strike forward with it's blade
The world is ours
We offer who is made
The soles of your feet with be toughened by teeth
The faces of folk wrap around like a wreath singing
"Herе is the only way to be"
Tiny drops of hallelujah
Find your post and еase into it
[?] You'll line your lungs with every step
Facilitate the savior's breath
To blow balloons for goodbye party days
But you're not there
No, you're well on your way