hello, oh, mother, oh mother of eye (I)
why should I listen to your little spies
why should I grow wings as do butterflies
oh, my, oh, my

the velvet is pouring and tears through my eyes
but why should I listen to the thumps of the sky
why should I grow legs and reach for those highs
oh, my, oh, my

the rings are closing next to me ravishing
why would it be growing if there is no knowing

oh, my, dark whys
don't open my eyes