I pick up a colored stone from the ground, I look at its color with squinting eyes
I feel how the stone looks back with stony eyes
I sing a man's song to it, will you sing a stone song for me?
Tell me:
just a little like stopping to breathe
and go on living
can I stop catching you (2x)
flat-footed dancing far through the same regions always
even though I thought you knew, now I know you thought
you are never in a place but a place is always in you