I was folded by ferns
You could return the earth all to her
Open mouth, look up now
Fall my failures to the ground
I know
I know
I know
All of them
I am wind in the pines
I am a line you can't define
When the dawn breaks, when the moon shakes
In my love-lock landscapes
I know
I know
I know
All of them
Be in my vision, my gardener
I'll be an architect
On window steam
And I'll be in the stream
Be in that canyon, that corridor
I'll be an architect
On window steam
And I'll be in the stream
