Devendra Banhart - Roots Lyrics
When the roots of the tree are as cold as can beWhen the wind and the sea are the moth and the beeWhen the rays of the sun lick your skin with its tongue,And the grass with its greenAnd the grass with its greenAnd the shine with its sheenAnd the shine with its sheenAnd the trains with their tracks,And the spines with their backs,And your sway with its slowAnd the wind with its blow,And your scream with its soul I DON’T PLAY ROCK AND ROLLAnd the people with their lungsAnd the people with their paws.If the sky were a stone made of lips made of bone,count my teeth to keep the time.