I threw myself to the sky Past the line of memory Where time bangs golden Sometimes I find new places Smells of apples and grass Dressed in opals and rags We spoke of dreams of flying I can't tell you How often I've cut myself Loose to the spirits, I leave the dice O-oh oh oh My hands don't reach you I remember what I have to do In order to survive In order to stay alive You and your sisters do surround me I sit in shame Guard my secrecy Your eyes pick up the wind Make flocks of raven Fly in formation Fly information Bring it to me Bring it to me Bring your sweet lovin' Bring it home to me