Look at all my crooked teeth The ivory's chipped and shattered from bearing the cold But it's the cold I like The ocean's a place that I know Where the waves pick me up and then knock me back down on my feet And with the tide I go Under this age-old spire That looked over many who offered their minds And all of the ventures; lost, undefined A reckless hope Well I could learn magic to fly But all the witches and wizards I know, well, they're all liars All the birds seem to get it just fine The same up and down motion that I've tried countless times They sit and watch me try Then they shattered their beaks on the spire Generous advice of the wisest kind And all of the books that I thought fiction read so bright Thousands of years float down from the sky Where I'd lost my teeth and others their minds Now I'm left dry, finally Ivory, ivory, ivory, gold Ivory, ivory, ivory, gold