The Mast - Hummingbird Lyrics
Purple petaled phonographsalong the garden's beaten pathWings draw figure eights,hummingbirds rise above the iron gatesThe sweetest gold runs through their bloodWith pointed beaks they sip the sunthat's tucked inside a crimson bellThey reach inside under the flower's spellThey're a vision of attentionThey're a vision of vibrationThey're a vision of elationWhat a love runs through our bloodWhat magic sun pours from aboveLet me try and emulateLet me amplify what I love of this placeTheir feathers have a copper sheenPurple, blue, and meadow greenAnd their bodies are smaller than my handsTender as the heart of my manThey're a vision of attentionThey're a vision of vibrationThey're a vision of elationAnd their beauty lives in you and meas much as anythingAnd I'll carry it through the cityand to you, my friends, this is what I'll bring