Baby canteen, when I thought your heart stopped beating The room brought out the silence in your breathing A birth in wooded housing will help you live beyond the numbers Let us pray to Pan, let in the light and see us bathe and sleep among us Smell the body of our elders and wake up to the Milky Way at breakfast I’ll take the time to pick up all the widow makers broken No real way to remember if we'll work again Color people say oh no, 'cause they think it’s contagious Marshmallow people say oh yeah, cause they think it's a masterpiece