I never thought of this as funny.
It speaks another world to me.
I wanna be your Easter bunny.
I wanna be your Christmas tree.
I`ll strip the world that you must live in
Of all its god forsaken greed.
I`ll ply the tar out of your feathers.
I`ll pluck the thorns out of your feet.
You and me. You and me. You and me.
And if I choose your sanctuary.
I`ll want to wash you with my hair.
I`ll want to drink of sacred fountains
And find elixirs hidden there.
I`ll reap the lotus and the olive.
I`ll want to hear the caged bird sing.
I`ll want the secrets of the temple.
I`ll want the finger with the ring.
You and me. You and me. You and me.
And if you made me your religion.
I`ll give you all the room you need.
I`ll be the drawing of your breath.
I`ll be the carpet you should weave.
I`ll be the sky above the Ganges.
I`ll be the vast and stormy sea.
I`ll be the lights that guide you inland.
I`ll be the visions you will see.
The visions you will see.