Your 8th Birthday
Cloud Cult / Craig Minowa
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
Kaidin
Kaidin
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 bolts warm
As if it was graduation
Kaidin
Kaidin
Who could change your silly life into a screaming supernova
You do
Who could change my sleepy brain into the eye of a hurricane
Kaidin
Kaidin