Black Magic de Portugal The Man

Children come in,
Find a seat you're sure to do.

Lengths of snakes, they match each silent syllable
Hello. You missed the sparrows mark...
A breath of rockets shone like torches.

So children come in
Find a seat we made your room/you're sure to use
Ohhh...
A roaring flow abounds a warmth and joy that holds you
Open and apart in steps that never move