Body Like an Instrument
Julie Visgandis, Lee Dickinson
You claim you were born
In a place unknown to me
A mystery Jesus
Comes stealthily
But when you move your feet
You use your body like an instrument
You blush at the complement
But you use your body well
I can tell
Once I caught you cry
For a stranger to you and me
A child of Daoism
Cares tenderly
But when you move your feet
You use your body like an instrument
You blush at the complement
But you use your body well
I can tell
You're a millennia old
I know and you can't fool me
A philosopher
Ponders quietly
But when you move your feet
You use your body like an instrument
You blush at the complement
But you use your body well
I can tell