Above your head
Church bells explode
And you jump over fountains
And you don't see
The birds in the trees
They have all turned to the mountains

There is a snake in your bathroom
And a tiger at your door
And if you open up the mailbox
Locusts fall on the floor, on the floor

But in your eyes
I see a sunbeam
Like the rising sun of dawn
On your finger's a ring of crystal
Like the cry of a flying swan
In your right hand nothing more is left than a shadow
In your left hand you hold a letter from the girl on the road

There is a tree in your bathroom
And a friend at your door
And if you open up the mailbox
Stars fall on the floor, fall on the floor