Think of us as a tree 
As I do 
Waiting to be fully in bloom 
I am not sure when the time will be 
But part of me knows the time is over 
Had a dream I was running from something 
Silly feelings like the stalk 
Disaster is the star 
Where we boil the one-eyed peacock at the door 
There is more to life than death 
Disaster is the depth 
Disaster is the red road 
Where we scatter the golden pansies 
That were grown on the roof 
There’s more to me than death 
You’re betting that I’m wrong