Fancy (, B.B.H.)

If I shaved one leg and taught you to dance
would you accept it when I tell you
that the tree outside's a ship
we all can climb aboard;
where we all might sleep in hammocks.

If I really made an effort,
sat you down, held your hand,
and explained about time
would you believe that those people in our bed
are simply you and me on different days
and really not my fault.

Let's tell each other stories
with simple meanings,
in quiet voices;
we'll tell stories about bricks
that the other won't understand.

I think we should pretend to know
what it means when you see sun on stone
or hear the people talking;
I say we just believe
we've always been the same.