In the morning haze I'm walking on
A red soil path covered with orange flowers
And leaves
Sun appears and blooms into
Yellow dewdrops on both my cheeks
In a foggy forest, giant trees
Their green leaves bathing with the same
Drops of light
Blue sky turns into an indigo sail
Laying on their heads for the night
In the distance there's a purple skylight
That goes white and brighter as I get closer
And as I get right underneath the wave of stars
A Bird appears, made from their light
Passes and skims my hair and my skin
Then I feel a flame in my heart
In the evening haze, calm and cold
While everything around seems to rest
Floating in the shade, bright as gold
Wild wild spinning Bird is wide awake
