More Is Better

MORE IS BETTER In a more solid space in a more solid place I would open my mouth to speak With a ransom of roses without any poses I would open my arms to heal But here in this place, there are just gestures of joy from women and boys And so I open my mouth and open my arms Sing a song and take In a more even race with a much better pace I would stretch my legs out and fly With only champagne and smoke and sharp crystals of hope I would open my mind and heal But here there are clouds with clout and much time to go without And so I open my mouth and open my mind Recite an anthem to break