Flowering Spade

He has a flowering spade
Growing out of his chest
Full of magic and healing
She is a flowering spade
As she moves and she sways
You can see that she feels it
She’s off to dance with the goat boys
He’s off to sail through your wide open ocean
She learned to sing from a siren
He learned to swim from a drop in the water
There are words there are signs
Close your eyes there is magic inside you
Hear this box in your mind
Building frames for to trace your desires
She learned to cook from a sailor
He learned to cry in an elephant circus
She found a recipe for flying
He’s growing flowers to understand dying
Rejoice
Rejoice
There’s no such thing as dying
Rejoice
Does anyone feel like flying