We Were Never Naked
Those who were just standing
Were thought to be insane
By those who could hear the music and were dancing
And those under the floor
With broomsticks in their fists
Were thought to lack a little understanding
With strings and metals
And the flesh of the tree
The tinkerers are still searching
For the sounds in their dreams
We were never naked
Til we invented clothes
Then we had to find the music in our shoes
We were never naked
Til we invented clothes
Then we had to find the music in our shoes
Those that slipped off their shoes
And held them to their ears
Were thought to be insane
By the dancers
And those with a wall at their back
Dreaming of laces and leather
Would one day be kings
With the invention of things
That caged all the music forever
With strings and metals
And the flesh of the tree
The tinkerers are still searching
For the sounds in their dreams
We were never naked
Til we invented clothes
Then we had to find the music in our shoes
We were never naked
Til we invented clothes
Then we had to find the music in our shoes
© Brendan Bonsack
February 2013