We're sending out a distress signal
and it goes a little something like this
love-love love-love love-love
(because there's nothing more)
and when you're ready to join us we'll bee down in the fields
without the weapons
'cuz we don't
need
one
and with our hearts
burst wide open
life unfolding, the pageantry of drama
spilled out
relationships
blooming
matter decaying
humanimals copulating
time passing
Earth spinning
and we go on
round and round
where we'll stop nobody knows
until one day
we just fall,
like a deck of cards
or perhaps
into some other pursuit
and round and round we go
where we'll end up nobody knows
and it all just keeps playing out,
turning and revolving,
moving and flowing
LOVE.
love-love love-love love-love
