Turn inside out turn me
Plow the fields inside me
Dry up the wells inside me
Turn inside out turn me
Plow the fields inside me
Turn inside out turn me
Dry up the wells inside me

Wash out my insides
And maybe you'll find a splendid pearl
Turn inside out turn me
Is the inside of me the sea?
Is it a night
Is it a distant road
Is it a polyethylene bag
Turn inside me out turn me
What is growing inside of me
A field of overripe cactus plants?
A premature offspring of a unicorn?
A buckeye tree that failed to become a violin?
Turn inside out turn me
Make the wind blow through me
Let my dreams catch cold
Turn inside out turn me
Let my concepts weather away.

Turn inside out
Turn inside out please turn me
Please shelter my skin
My forehead is frostbitten
My eyes are red with bashfulness
My lips are weary of kisses

Turn inside out turn me
Plow the fields inside me
Dry up the wells inside me
Turn inside out turn me
Plow the fields inside me
Turn inside out turn me
Dry up the wells inside me