above your head church bells explode and you jump over fountains and you don t see the birds in the trees they all have turned to the mountains there is a snake in your bathroom and a tiger at your door and if you open up your mailbox locusts fall on the floor fall on the floor fall on the floor fall on the floor but in your eyes i see a sunbeam like the rising sun of dawn on your finger s a ring of crystal like the cry of a flying swan in your right hand nothing more is left than a shadow in your left hand you hold a letter from the girl on the road there is a tree in your bathroom and a friend at your door and if you open up the mailbox stars fall on the floor fall on the floor fall on the floor fall on the floor