We All Know - Devendra Banhart

We all know that the wind blows and the moon glows and our lungs grow

We belong to the floating hand that’s made by some animals

And we all dance so we can let go and move close and trade lows

Like the type of tongue that roots from your breast

And it shakes your pretty, little clavicle

A good friend is walking to a homeland, an inside land

And to him I said, 'You can leave your eyes at the horizon’s dead door

Cuz you won’t need them anymore'

The children spins dawn in and the morning disappearing

They reappeared as a seed of love

You know the earth births the vegetables