Animals Dancing

I don't want your war.
And I don't want your pride
I don't want your cross
And I don't want your flag

And I don't want your business and trade
And unwavering faith in the claim that you need to get yours
Above all else
I want you
I want to see through.
Straight through to you

And I don't want your guns
And I don't want your markets
And I don't want your "-ists" and your "-isms" to be sold
And your prisons to filled
And your free thought to be killed
I want you
And the things that you do
And the people that you love
And the things that you fear
And your eyes, and your mouth, and your nose, and your ears
I want you

I wanna hear the stories that you tell
And the things that you yell when you're drunk with your friends
And the night never ends
And your thought of the stars, of these trees, of these cars, of these animals dancing 'round us
And that person that you've had your eye on for some time
What do they do to your heart when they see you and they smile?
And what happened when you were a child?
How did it feel to grow up where you did?
And when was the first time you noticed you were no longer a kid?