The Glistening Onion

Walking with you
Through the pitch pine and the birch
I hold your arm
You hold your words
When flyin' like a dragon comes a white-feathered bird
It was not a swan but I thought it was one, at first

So the dragon-like bird flies into the fog
And thirty-two turtles sit still on a log
And I wish I were one of them
Content with the sitting
But I can't help but wonder
How I shift in your vision

Later the moon let go of it's circle and turned to a big splotch of light
Neon pink and heaving up above McEben
And its source is nowhere in sight
Do you measure ourselves by the reflеction of those who are circling all around us?
And when thе mirror gets close do we find
We are not what we thought and the thought it has bound us
I can't help but wonder who I am in your mind

Say what you mean
I may be nothing
This silence is so big it cannot be contained
And there are no more words left for me to say
So I sing:
Doot-doo
Doot-doo
Doot-do-dun

I will not resist
My rhythm inside
Your rhythm inside
And the rhythm that is
And I will not resist
My rhythm inside
Your rhythm inside
And the rhythm that is
And I will not resist
My rhythm inside
Your rhythm inside
And my rhythm inside
Your rhythm inside
And my rhythm inside
And whatever this is
And whatever this is

With how tiny we'd be
If this all was permanent
What a comforting feeling it is
A New Jersey wind
The radio signal
The touch of your skin
The rotating spindle
Oh glistening onion, the nighttime is coming
Oh glistening onion, the nighttime is coming
Oh glistening onion, the nighttime is coming
And I watch it all as it fades