I am flowing over
All of the things I see
Angel hair and queen anne's lace
And tigers in the trees
Frozen in electric smoke
I die just to be born again
Claw my way out of the womb
See if I can make it to the end
And I go screaming up and
Down the beach
Is that my girl in front of me?
Are you the queen of roses?
Or are you the queen of thorns?
Or are you swimming, baby-bones?
Motion is the method
Its whirling fervency
Extracted as a liquid
Cools my blood and
Makes me free
And I go screaming up and
Down the beach
Is that my girl out in the sea?