Bubbles - James

Take an axe to your past, to your family tree

Carve a face from the wood, an effigy

Make wings from the leaves, hide from the bark

Kindling for the hair, rose for his heart

Someone to draw you right

Someone to catch the light

Draw the blue from the skies into his eyes

Carve the lines on his face, a map of the race

Juice from the root of a beet for his skin

Set the tides of the blood with the pulse of the drum

Someone to draw you right

Someone to catch the light

I’m alive, I’m alive

Wash the boy in the stream, so tenderly

Press his lips to your lips, give him your breath

He awakes with the weight of the vision he holds

Sees the rent in time through which he must fold

Someone to draw you right

Someone to catch the light

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive

Stir the heart with a drum, kiss smoke in his mouth

Show him signs of a life that’s a whole lot better

And he calls down the rain, tornadoes and hurricanes

There’s a world in his veins that’s a whole lot better

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive

I’m alive, I’m alive

Fingers raised to the sky, a snake for a spine

He’s drunk on a life that’s a whole lot better

Teach him songs of the bees, double helix and honey comb

Play him wind through the leaves that’s a whole lot better

Alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive

I’m alive, I’m alive