In a country between life and death

In a country between life and death

it's really strange

that thing about our sexes

flying

but every time I'd enter you

I'd hear a large flock of birds

inside your forest

and our sexes would resurrect

like butterflies dazzled by fire

in a country between life and death

where economics is a science

small investors of the soul

are bamboozled on Wall Street

Tenderness salaries are low

and injustice in the World Market

of Love is persistent

...I lift my soul to my nose

to feel your perfume

birds glide out of your sex

no, further than that

they come out of everything you value

everything you give.