Black Foliage (Itself)

Lyrics

You are the subject of many conversations From three points of light to the fourth I sang a song and it lasted a year and You are the subject of sketches I made for a sculpture in sound When you pass the black foliage Imagine an eternity wrapped in silver sound When you pass the black extension Imagine a ceremony Just below the lids of your eyes You are the subject eating, walking, making love Dressing for the universe There are several layers of meaning Hundreds of different aspects of the soul We cannot simply seek to be known, high points, low points All around the globe You are the subject of sketches I made for a sculpture in sound When you pass the black foliage Imagine an eternity wrapped in silver sound When you pass the black extension