I was folded by ferns
You could return the earth
All to her
Open mouths look up and out
Fall my failures to the ground

I know
I know
I know all of them

I am wind in the pines
I am a line you can't define
When the dawn breaks
When the moon shakes
In my love-lock landscapes

I know
I know
I know all of them

Be in my vision
My gardener
I'll be an architect
On a window steam
And I'll be in the stream

Be in the canyon
That corridor
I'll be an architect
On a window steam
And I'll be in the stream