Folly, I was falling
I was taller than I wanted to be
Hollow, swallowed, I was following
You were faster than a gelding
In my mind you're a crow
A spirit animal I am wont to know
But I don't want to be responsible
Molding, I was folding
Your clothing in some kind of dream
Loving, I was hovering
I was flipping, fleeting, doving
In my dreams you're a bathtub running
You are warm and tender and bubbling
Oh, you are cold and bristling and struggling
