Joy Maker Machinery - Sweet Billy Pilgrim

We will wake as light is draped

Like ribbons on the trees

With woven tongues and fingers spun

Between these dusty knees

The branches crack beneath my back

We sigh like sleeping tigers

The forest stirs and shrugs the birds

From shoulders stooped in silence

And they sing for joy

We are engineers and we are architects

Making better guesses and empty threats

It was all for something, and there’s nothing wrong

We know what is coming and what is to be done

Bones will arc and cradle sparks

From circuits smudged in bliss

The newborn blush that makes us drunk

On every little kiss

We are happy scientists

Our theories long abandoned

For kites of red and feather beds

For moments without sadness

We will jump for joy

And I’m helpless darling

Cause you turn me on