Devendra Banhart - Roots (feat. Espers) Lyrics
When the roots of the treeAre as cold as can beWhen the wind and the seaAre the moth and the beeWhen the rays of the sunLick your skinWith its tongueAnd the grass with its greenAnd the grass with its greenAnd the shine with its sheenAnd the shine with its sheenAnd the trains with their tracksAnd the spines with their backsAnd your sway with its slowAnd the wind with its blowAnd your scream with its soundI don't play rock and rollAnd the people with their lungsAnd the people with their pawsIf the sky were a stoneMade of lips, made of bonesCount my teeth, keep the time