Well if I ever see the morning
just like a lizard in the Spring
I'm gonna run out in the meadow
to catch the silence where it sings.

I'm gonna force the Serengeti
to disappear into my eyes
and when I hear your voices calling
I'm gonna turn just inside out.

Well if I ever get to slumber
just like a mole deep in the ground
hell, I won't be found.

Deep in the dust forgot and gathered
I'll grow a diamond in my chest.
I make reflections as the moon shine
turn to a villain as I rest.

Well if I ever get to slumber
just like a mole deep in the ground
hell, I won't be found.

I know there is a hollow
I need to fill it with a draft
of all the words that I won't say.
And with a quiet whisper
I send a curse upon the day
that never used the Sun to see
the light.

I'm gonna float up in the ceiling
I built a levee of the stars
and in my field of tired horses
I built a freeway through this farce.

Well if I ever get that slumber
I'll be that mole deep in the ground
and I won't be found.