You say the river is heavy with melted ice and melted snow. What a slushy thing to say: We mirror this, this river's flow. By the river we found a bug, underneath our feet, underneath the ice. Now we are waiting for the joys of spring, will it come to life, will it come to life? I WANT TO FEEL WHAT IT IS TO LIVE. You are wonderful and present in the sun. I can see your skin, I can guess your bones. Into our hall of mirrors I choose to run with a bag of tricks, a bag of stones. CAUSE I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS TO LIVE. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS TO LIVE. INSIDE MY HEAD ...