What I Thought of You

A miner in a mine*
Couldn’t find what I thought of you
A light, all the lights
Couldn’t shine on what I thought of you
A crow on a log
All agog with what I thought of you
Belief, oh blind belief
Can’t believe what I thought of you
And I could fly
I could fly
First we live
And then we die
Alive, a world alive
Living by what I thought of you
One police, ten police
Throw their shields at what I thought of you
Balloons, an iron lung
And those in the womb
Hold their breath for you
And every chair
Every chair and table set
Spread their legs for you
Alive, a world alive
Living by what I thought of you
I, I could fly
We could fly
We could’ve fallen…