[Verse 1] I am just an aspect of the human race, Most of whom reject the things I embrace. But thoughts occur to me, what can I say? I know not from where they come Much less why they stay. Black birds of wisdom, pilferers of shiny things, Whispering secrets with feathered wings. They act like I’m meaningful, so I entertain What they leave behind is all that remains. [bridge] They say the world was spoken into place, They tell me it can change with a special kind of grace. They call it **LEXICON**—the message they bring, And they confirm it by giving me a golden earring. They get so excited when they see I have it on, It inspires them to sing their ancestral song: [chorus] Caw! Caw! Caw! They fan me with their flutter, Caw! Caw! Caw! Like biscuits warm with butter. Caw! Caw! Caw! It’s coming back to me now, The Lexicon is magic—I’m remembering how. [Verse 2] Watching from the cables that straddle their sky, While I pull weeds on my knees, wondering why. Can’t imagine what they see in me, Or how I got so old, Tossing bits of biscuits Before they get cold. I stand to dance to their rhythm, With a craggy voice I sing, Articulate with naked fingers, Just in case they find a matching ring. [bridge] They say the world was spoken into place, They tell me it can change with a special kind of grace. They call it LEXICON—the message they bring, And they confirm it by giving me a golden earring. They get so excited when they see I have it on, It inspires them to sing their ancestral song: [chorus] Caw! Caw! Caw! They fan me with their flutter, Caw! Caw! Caw! Like biscuits warm with butter. Caw! Caw! Caw! It’s coming back to me now, The Lexicon is magic—I’m remembering how. [verse] Caw! Caw! Caw! They’re calling me by name, It can be a little frightening, I surrender just the same. Black birds of wisdom Whispering tales and more Keys that unlock Invisible doors. [outro] I sing the words out loud, Let them echo to the cloud! Change the world with words (I’m remembering how) [chorus] Caw! Caw! Caw! They fan me with their flutter, Caw! Caw! Caw! Like biscuits warm with butter. Caw! Caw! Caw! It’s coming back to me now, The Lexicon is magic—I’m remembering how.
