I was folded by ferns
You could return the earth
All to her
Open mouths look up and out
Fall my failures to the ground
I know
I know
I know all of them
I am wind in the pines
I am a line you can't define
When the dawn breaks
When the moon shakes
In my love-lock landscapes
I know
I know
I know all of them
Be in my vision
My gardener
I'll be an architect
On a window steam
And I'll be in the stream
Be in the canyon
That corridor
I'll be an architect
On a window steam
And I'll be in the stream