I'd like a truce I'd like to kiss you in your sleep
I'd like a kingdom that I survey with a queen
Where we could grow up and admit the water's deep
I like the truth, I like to wake up from deep sleep
In a heat I'd like to birth this babe in me
In your bathtub, warm and wet, make room for me

'Cause, why shouldn't I live as God in a glowing canyon?
My life could be a fruitbowl with my hand in
Stuck with arrows, tarred and feathered
In a tiger's jaw, loving living raw
I'll get my truth through open stare and steady open palms