Under the lamp outside
I see a host of leaves rising up
They jitter in the night air
And dance around for a while
As though
They have a will of their own
And know something that I do not know
In my mind I'm spinning around on my feet
And swirling like a swarm of killer bees
Between the stars
Lights have shifted in the sky
They're moving around me in the dark
As though
They have a will of their own
And know something that I do not know
In my mind I'm spinning around on my feet
And swirling like a swarm of killer bees
I'm dancing through the yard and never once did I feel
A pull at my hands or a push in my back or a biting at my heels
