Lyric Be Mine

I never thought of this as funny
It speaks another world to me
I wanna be your Easter bunny
I wanna be your Christmas tree.

I ll strip the world that you must live in
of all its godforsaken greed.
I ll ply the tar of your feathers.
I ll pluck the thorns out of your feet.
You and me.
You and me.
You and me.

And if I choose your sanctuary.
I ll want to wash you with my hair.
I ll want to drink of sacred fountains
and find the riches hidden there.

I ll reap the lotus and the pyote.
I ll want to hear the caged-bird sing.
I ll want the secrets of the temple.
I ll want the finger with the ring.
You and me.
You and me.
You and me.

And if you made me your religion.
I ll give all the room you need.
I ll be the trolling of your breath.
I ll be carpet you should weave.
I ll be the sky above the Ganges
I ll be the vast and stormy sea.
I ll be the lights that guide you inland.
I ll be the visions you will see.
Visions you will see.
You will see.
You will see.
You and me.
You and me.
You and me.