Joy Maker Machinery

We will wake as light is draped
 Like ribbons on the trees
 With woven tongues and fingers spun
 Between these dusty knees
 The branches crack beneath my back
 We sigh like sleeping tigers
 The forest stirs and shrugs the birds
 From shoulders stooped in silence
 And they sing for joy
 We are engineers and we are architects
 Making better guesses and empty threats
 It was all for something, and there's nothing wrong
 We know what is coming and what is to be done
 Bones will arc and cradle sparks
 From circuits smudged in bliss
 The newborn blush that makes us drunk
 On every little kiss
 We are happy scientists
 Our theories long abandoned
 For kites of red and feather beds
 For moments without sadness
 We will jump for joy
 And I'm helpless darling
 Cause you turn me on