Ivory

Look at all my crooked teeth
The ivory's chipped and shattered from bearing the cold
But it's the cold I like

The ocean's a place that I know
Where the waves pick me up and then knock me back down on my feet
And with the tide I go

Under this age-old spire
That looked over many who offered their minds
And all of the ventures; lost, undefined
A reckless hope

Well I could learn magic to fly
But all the witches and wizards I know, well, they're all liars

All the birds seem to get it just fine
The same up and down motion that I've tried countless times
They sit and watch me try

Then they shattered their beaks on the spire
Generous advice of the wisest kind
And all of the books that I thought fiction read so bright

Thousands of years float down from the sky
Where I'd lost my teeth and others their minds
Now I'm left dry, finally

Ivory, Ivory, Ivory, gold
Ivory, Ivory, Ivory, gold