Catching The Bug

You say the river is heavy with melted ice and melted snow.

What a slushy thing to say: we mirror this, this river's flow.

By the river we found a bug, underneath our feet, underneath the ice.

Now we are waiting for the joys of spring, will it come to life, will it come to life?

I want to feel what it is to live.

You are wonderful and present in the sun. i can see your skin, i can guess your bones.

Into our hall of mirrors i choose to run with a bag of tricks, a bag of stones.

Cause i want to know what it is to live.

I want to know what it is to live.

Inside my head ...