Take an axe to your past, to your family tree   Carve a face from the wood, an effigy   Make wings from the leaves, hide from the bark   Kindling for the hair, rose for his heart      Someone to draw you right   Someone to catch the light      Draw the blue from the skies into his eyes   Carve the lines on his face, a map of the race   Juice from the root of a beet for his skin   Set the tides of the blood with the pulse of the drum      Someone to draw you right   Someone to catch the light   I'm alive, I'm alive      Wash the boy in the stream, so tenderly   Press his lips to your lips, give him your breath   He awakes with the weight of the vision he holds   Sees the rent in time through which he must fold      Someone to draw you right   Someone to catch the light   I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive   I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive      Stir the heart with a drum, kiss smoke in his mouth   Show him signs of a life that's a whole lot better   And he calls down the rain, tornadoes and hurricanes   There's a world in his veins that's a whole lot better      I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive   I'm alive, I'm alive      Fingers raised to the sky, a snake for a spine   He's drunk on a life that's a whole lot better   Teach him songs of the bees, double helix and honey comb   Play him wind through the leaves that's a whole lot better      Alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive   I'm alive, I'm alive