Creation

And then the child becomes the warrior

And you're the worrier, so worry over this

What's the thing that has you reaching out to grip it

Like a phantom limb?

And to the action comes a character

And he reveals a wish to see himself in ink

So you take a pen, you write a list

Called all the stages that the world begins

And then the years relay the seasons

You fill the sky, you give him means to lift his chin

And then the tides relay the oceans

You give him reason for believing

That he's in some creation

To make him grow, you give him barriers

To make him grow, you give him barriers to fell

Now he wants to know if there's a narrator

You dry the riverbed, and so he builds a well

And when the woman comes, he marries her

And then the woman is another to himself

Now she wants to know if there's a narrator

She wants to know if there's a narrative to tell

And then the years relay the seasons

You fill the sky, you give them means to lift their chins

And then the tides relay the oceans

You give them reason for believing

And then the years relay the seasons

You fill the sky, you give her means to lift her chin

And then the tides relay the oceans

You give her reason for believing

That she's in some creation