Little hummingbird at the feeder,
What’s your time? What’s your meter?
How do you move so fast and so slow?
How do you know the things you know?
It seems I’m just a slave to beauty…
Or at least lead by the nose by beauty…
Tall lighthouse, spiral stairs inside your door
I think I’ve seen your light someplace once before
But I guess that doesn’t really matter anymore,
Because these waves just keep on rolling home against soft shore.
Still we love a beauty…
Even strange beauty…
Little baby, sleeping in your bed
Well I hope good dreams are running through your head
Because we all fight demons until the day that we are dead
And then we can look back on all the life that we have led
Were you slave to beauty?
Did you say goodbye?
