Shed your teeth in my little hand
And I will sing you the song they used to sing
when you were not really asleep

We need to tidy up things
To classify things in certain way
we can't keep just improvising
Cause until now, it hasn't worked.

I never knew if you liked me carressing your shoe
loving you as only a dog could
eyes never too open, trap not closed enough

Is it different now?
I know you think you have changed and grown

If a tree falls in the forest,
and everything forgets that it fell,
will it grow like it used to?

Shed your eyes in my little hands
And I'll sing you the song that we sang
standing in dirty snow
when no one was looking