Catching The Bug - Uncle Ho

You say the river is heavy with melted ice and melted snow

What a slushy thing to say: We mirror this, this river’s flow

By the river we found a bug, underneath our feet, underneath the ice

Now we are waiting for the joys of spring, will it come to life,

will it come to life?

I WANT TO FEEL WHAT IT IS TO LIVE

You are wonderful and present in the sun.

I can see your skin, I can guess your

bones

Into our hall of mirrors I choose to run with a bag of tricks, a bag of stones

CAUSE I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS TO LIVE

I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS TO LIVE

INSIDE MY HEAD …