Lyrics

There's slippery mountains in the Italian Alps.
There's sun, and snow, and heat,
and tuna fish and olives to eat.
Fallen houses and roofs of stone craved in,
bedposts on doorways and boys and girls falling in.
Stories and layers of trees fill the holes in the floor.

Imagine the view of the stars through these walls in this bed.
Imagine the view of the stars through these walls in this bed.
She'll take your life in her hand and push it in.
She'll take your life in her hand and push it in.

Her beautiful thumb will take us around the world.
She dreams she could fly
if she tried I think she could.
She takes the water from the steep mountain side
and slides the cascade down,
she rolls on the ground like a dog with a moth
and dries in the sun and forms into seeds for the meadows.

She grows in the dirt under each season that will pass,
springing and turning her gut to the sky,
she screams and cries and laughs
and wets herself down, and waters the soil
and comes and births the color of winter and day.
Thunder steps from the neighbors digging holes in the floor.