I feel naked
And I'm wondering
How far will this go
In getting my hopes up
We build it strong
Until I tear it down
In cycle we circle round
And start it all over
We start it all over
And then I tear it down
In cycle, we start it all over
Restart it all over
I feel naked
And I'm wondering
How far will this go
In getting my hopes up
Wild cicada garden
This shore was up river
At near my house
You will plant beneath my skin
But must no whisper creak while you are with child?
We eat, sleep, rise, sleep
And do it all over again
Be of my shell
Her sad cry was like between thunder strikes
Now I feel cut and pasted
A collage of my misteps
And broken glass lies all over you
Rebuild it strong
And then I tumble down
In cycle we circle round
And start it all over
We start it all over