Dynamite

Three, four

I had a dream that the mountains cried like a child for their mother
Like the hope, the Holy Ghost, the deaf man hears an audible thunder
The hush, the chill, the iron will of man
Sweeping everything in sight with dynamite

I had a child and her spirit was like wild horses runnin'
Unbridled and free, she was not the same as me, engine gunnin'
Make what you will, what you won't, you may play a part
As the leaf bends and leans to our denial
Or the heart takes what it wants like dynamite

Those who have ears, as the smoke (as the smoke) it clears
Will see things as they are (as they are)
To bend the will, you first must change the heart

I dreamed I heard the sound of the last great sky bird singing
Lying in the trees, I could hear the axe machines that were ringing
This is like a fable to be told, I'd rather put it down
Will we choose the noise of our desires
Or those that makes no sound like dynamite?

(Those who) have ears, as the smoke it clears (as the smoke it clears)
This will see things as they are (as they are)
To bend the will, you first must change the heart
(As the smoke it clears)
Will see things as they are (as they are)
To bend the will, you first must change the heart

Desire, desire, desire like dynamite
Desire, desire, desire like dynamite
Desire, desire, desire