Angel fish

How've you been doing?
Are you still chasing the light?
I'm fine and my music is blooming
but I promised myself not to write

How is the sun in Virginia?
Did the cicadas come out?
I'm fine and I've never felt fuller
stringing the sounds from my mouth

I don't look about my feet for
lilies in the concrete
I hum and drum when I can't sleep 'cause
music makes me happy

I don't believe in God
and you don't believe in people
I want to die of love
you want the church and steeple

Is there such thing as belonging?
Probably not where I've been
maybe we're set for another summer
where gestures are seamless like dreams in your stream.

But I don't believe in God
and you don't believe in people
I want to die of love
you want the church and steeple
I don't believe in God
and you don't believe in people