I'm the monster stepping in your sunshine
clutching rainbows in sieve-fisted iron
snacking on asteroids
selling clouds on the galactic black market
two for a dollar
I'm the flicker in your candlelight, dancing (dancing)
the breeze is my song and your romancing
burns like memory
sniffing oxygen becomes a habit I
can't afford
once upon a time I felt that life was one big mystery
now that I have changed
I still feel the same
I'm the wind that fell in love with the sea
brushing up against the world below me
feasting on music
talking rhythm with the sound waves
before gusting away
When the genre police visited the space thief in his iron cell, they found they could not commit a name to his crime, and were crippled litigiously by his whimsy.