Speaker A performs a lyrical poem about wanting to be a shelter for someone, tired of being told where to go. The narrator uses surreal imagery of wings, crowns, and electric love to express yearning for rest, connection, and freedom from endless wandering.
I want to be somebody's crown A rock for those weak wings To rail on the final sound After days of restless pain Waves like some turd still enthroned Turn the lights on, man and girl Turn the whole big world on the road of the two dreams The air is charged with your love Electric majesty of another Miracle Master in place Oh, let's run Do you feel that it's coming near the end? I long to be sung by his crown Leave the open sky and rest your wings After days of grasslands, air-headed waves Wait, oh won't you wait and rest your wings? Wait, oh won't you wait and rest your wings? Tired of being told where to go Tired of being told where to go Tired of being told where to I'm going to town, go I'm going to town, I'm going to sleep town Wooo!
