We huffed the sky into our mouthsnWe saw the ocean and drank it downnBecause we were giants or maybe birdsnWe slept with lions, tucked into their furnnThe world may seem cruelnThe worldly may hate usnIn time we will show the world why the world made usnnSlip into epiphanynOversee oversightnA good stumble's a symphonynA good drift takes drivennQuartz doesn't burnnRust doesn't humnMaybe we should blame it on the structures of the sunnnEvery machinenWe've made must bownTo what the wolf and cub have found