The Oyster

there are scenes
I sleep between
late at night my oyster heart
turns affliction in to art
and in my dreams I use it
making little bits of music
watch them grow

just like a pearl
the earth was white
until the lord picked up that crumb
between his finger and his thumb
and paint it blue and green
all blue and green except the ends
where it just snows

on and on and on and on and on

hey,
what more do you expect?
what more do you believe?
hey,
what love we can reject?
what death is there to grieve?

there are scenes
I sleep between
joy is just a giant shout
you pull it in and push it out
but if you hold it in you
yeah, the wind will die within you
let it blow

yeah, it's the same
our bodies change
I am the one that lets you know
I am the one that wraps my loving arms around you
when they put you in the ground
and let you go