The Wilds

On a rainy day, we took it to the museum
What did Lolo say, as we tripped into impressionism?
I looked up and saw «Young Woman with Ibis» by Edgar Degas
Yeah the ruby red birds, with the woman lost in thought
Maybe I should hear her words
See she is in the wilds
They’re a bright blur
Yeah she is in the wilds
And she’s swaying in the storm
And I’m watching her thoughts form
They’re a bright blur
See she is in the wilds and the wilds are in her
On a sunny day, we took it to the secret beach
What did Lolo say? Was she somehow somewhere out of reach?
I look up and see the moon in Sagittarius at 29 degrees
From the ruby red sun that hangs over the scene
Maybe I should hear her words
See she is in the wilds
They’re a bright blur
Yeah she is in the wilds
And she’s swaying in the storm
And I’m watching her thoughts form
They’re a bright blur
See she is in the wilds and the wilds are in her
Hallelujah, by and by
Through the trees, I can see the sky
And all the birds in the canopy seem to be
Communicating
Are they talking to me? Cuz I am in the wilds
C’mon baby take a chance
At maybe making some cosmic romance
It’s all oceanic, wait and see
It’s communicating
And right before I panic I say
«I am in the wilds and the wilds are in me»