A million snakes lick our skin, and it is freezing smooth.
The night winds sing for us, and the redwoods hide the moon.
The sky says it's on our side and wishes to take us on a ride.
Once we commit it is do or die. No room to compromise.
Look me in the eyes and tell me your mission.
The snakes, the trees, the frogs, and the breeze are listening to witness.
