歌词
The electric webbing that surrounds
Bouncing and is itself all things
Reveals itself at dawn
The grammar of the woods need not
Distinguish between question and answer
So neither do I that canâ? t help thinking
I canâ? t help but think what am I
That can't help thinking
I can't help but think what am I
That can't help thinking
I can't help but think
What am I?
