Your 8Th Birthday - Cloud Cult

who could hang a dead man's swing-set from the moon yeah, you did, then you gave it, to the ghosts and, the witches, who can say goodbye with a yodel-ay-hee-hoo yeah, you did, with the promise, that the dead are now magicians, this hymn rings with the singing of three cheers, for the king of the jungle gym, he's the kid who swore it is a one handshake, a birthday cake imitation, you make traffic jams feel like parades, you bury the dead with the faith, that makes lightning bugs swarm, as if it was graduation, who could change your silly life into a screaming supernova?, you do, who could change my sleepy brain into the eye of a hurricane?