Cicada (Land on Your Back)

Look in the eye and watch the door The mountain is humble and it's yours Three reds in the rock, their secrets ring A cross in the sand will let you in Darkness and light Nothing to choose Follow them all until it soothes Land on your back and flap my wings It's not for the sleeping that I sing Cicada Be my witness Cicada Hungry to see a clear road Sweep us away into the flow Handle the curse and be the what you want Riding the storm here comes the turn Why do I cry The wind it knows That nature is law, no man it grows So show me a way that I can leave The journey begins when I believe Cicada Be my witness Cicada Be my witness