Angel fish, How've you been doing? Are you still chasing the light? I'm fine and my music is blooming But I promised myself not to write... How is the sun in Virginia? Did the cicadas come out? I'm fine and I've never felt fuller Stringing the sounds from my mouth. I don't look about my feet for Lilies in the concrete I hum and drum when I can't sleep 'cause Music makes me happy I don't believe in God And you don't believe in people I want to die of love You want the church and steeple Is there such thing as belonging? Probably not where I've been Maybe we're set for another summer Where gestures are seamless like dreams in your stream. But I don't believe in God And you don't believe in people I want to die of love You want the church and steeple I don't believe in God And you don't believe in people