Rem – Be Mine

Rem – Be Mine

I never thought of this as funny

It speaks another world to me

I wanna be your easter bunny

I wanna be your christmas tree.

Ill strip the world that you must live in

Of all its godforsaken greed.

Ill ply the tar of your feathers.

Ill pluck the thorns out of your feet.

You and me.

You and me.

You and me.

And if I choose your sanctuary.

Ill want to wash you with my hair.

Ill want to drink of sacred fountains

And find elixirs hidden there.

Ill reap the lotus and the olive (? ).

Ill want to hear the caged-bird sing.

Ill want the secrets of the temple.

Ill want the finger with the ring.

You and me.

You and me.

You and me.

And if you made me your religion.

Ill give all the room you need.

Ill be the drawing of your breath.

Ill be carpet you should weave.

Ill be the sky above the ganges

Ill be the vast and stormy sea.

Ill be the lights that guide you inland.

Ill be the visions you will see.

Visions you will see.

You will see.

You will see.

You and me.

You and me.

You and me.