You are to me
What the sunlit sky
Is to birds and bees
Freedom
Freed me
To free fall
As if the ground
Will embrace
My rebellion
You are
What I cannot have
Not because I cannot
Have it
I must not
Have it
You are
A
Fast moving train
And I am but a chicken
Strapped to the tracks
One lonesome chicken
That can't help but cluck
Cluck
Cluck
Until my cluck's
Run out
I don't know which is better
To be wanted for pleasure
Or to be ruined for it
