Cicada (Land on Your Back)

Look in the eye and watch the door
The mountain is humble and it’s yours
Three reds in the rock, their secrets ring
A cross in the sand will let you in
Darkness and light, nothing to choose
Followe them all until it soothes
Land on your back and flap my wings
It’s not tor the sleeping that I sing
Cicada
Be my witness
Cicada
Be my witness
Hungry to see a clear road
Sweep us away into the flow
Handle the curse and be the what you want
Riding the storm, here comes the turn
Why do I cry
The wind it knows
That nature is law, no man it grows
So show me a way that I can leave
The journey begins when I believe
Cicada
Be my witness
Cicada
Be my witness
Cicada
Be my witness
Cicada