lay me down under the stars
make sweet sounds
while setting off car alarms
and dream of the fields we used to farm
when we were young
before we surrendered to the reasoning
of a modern king, in some commercial coup
the bright city lights shine
trying with tentative taps to trace
our quiet place
a secret smile on a silent face
we found a cocoon
sweet soft walls
a tender light, and fucking room
soon we'll remember our bodies too
when we were young we felt
such freedom in our hearts
around all the parts where we used to run
we used to run