What the water wants is hurricanes and sailboats to ride in its back.

What the water wants is sun kiss and land to run into and back.

I have a fish stone burning my elbow reminding me to know that I’m glad.

And I have a bottle filled with my old teeth. They fell out like a tear in the bag.

And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit. She has black hair and small hands.

And I have a kettle drum. I’ll hit the earth with you. And I will crochet you a hat.

And I have a red kite. I’ll put you right in it. I’ll show you the sky.

-Sufjan Stevens