moon's thoughts

i saw my insides fall out

and so i sucked them back in

i was surprised by what was in there

a little boy with dolphin fins

a bucket of leggos and gin

an atomic bomb

the dali lama. he could not tell me the way

he could not tell me the meaning

until i'm ready to be crucified. and the wind is made of moon's thoughts

all quickened with poetry and madness

and if you hold in your lungs for just a few seconds

you'll feel the burning i speak of. you'll feel the burning i speak of. we are buddha

confucious

and jesus christ. we were born to philosophize. but if we want to fly

we've got to leave our shit on the ground. or is that too much to sacrifice?

and we will not know the way

and we will not know the meaning

until we are ready to be crucified. and the wind is made of moon's thoughts

all quickened with poetry and madness

and if you hold in your lungs for just a few seconds

you'll feel the burning i speak of. you'll feel the burning i speak of.