As the Dragonfly Flies - The Icicle Works

As the dragonfly flies, as the flowers rise

As the sleeping streets of azure bend the fool

As the willow weeps, as the lizard peeps

Down tepid streams with dreams of passing through

You are what you are

You are what you are

You are what you are

You are what you are

As the hope expires, as the land conspires

As the lily-pads drift softly through a night

In the musty halls, where invention calls

With the voice of indecision filling fright

You are what you are

You are what you are

You are what you are

You are what you are

Watch it, feel it, hold me, thrill me

Give it, take it

As the dragonfly flies…

You are what you are

You are what you are

You are what you are

You are what you are