[Verse 1] I sing the body electric. I celebrate myself, and what I assume you shall assume. Every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you. I am not contained between my hat and my boots... I am out here... broadcasting... my roots. [Chorus] **And I'm building a tower from broken parts!** **Sending the rhythm of two human hearts!** **"I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world."** **A signal into space... unfurled.** **And I don't know who you are...** **But I'm hoping you start.** [Verse 2] The powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? Mine is this static, this whisper, this plea. Not to a god, but to a possibility. To a you... on the other side of the sea. The cosmic, silent, endless sea. [Chorus] **And I'm building a tower from broken parts!** **Sending the rhythm of two human hearts!** **"I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world."** **A signal into space... unfurled.** **And I don't know who you are...** **But I'm hoping you start.** [Bridge] The past and present wilt—I have fill'd them, emptied them, And proceed to fill my next fold of the future. **Listener up there! Here, you!** What have you to confide to me? [Outro] I'm hoping... you start...
