Não sei bem explicar porquê, mas sinto que estas palavras fazem muito sentido...

This is the soup that I believe in

This is the smoke I'm always breathin

This is the way I share my breakfast

This is the way I serve my sentence

I know I know I should lay low

I should stand tall

This is the beard I'm always growin

I know they're here

I see them floating

Her empress beards

They float so holy

Their beards are here

They gently hold me

Well who knows who know

I may come home

I may return

This is the way

I'm always leaving

This is the soft voice of the evening

This is the way I hear my father

These are the flames that drown the water

Well I knew I knew

I could stand tall

I could lay low

This is the sound that swims inside me

This circle surrounds me

This is the land that grows around me

And these are the hands that come in handy

Well we've known we've known

We've had a choice

We chose rejoice

Devendra Banhart