Brandon Boyd - The Wild Trapeze

Ohh,
The boy upon a tireless trail with the wind at his back
(He’s becoming one, becoming one) x2

The birds the bees the wild trapeze symbiotic heart attack
(He’s becoming one, becoming one) x2

Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight.

No borders, no empires,no inquisition sport or blame
(He’s becoming one, becoming one) x2

Up North, down south, back east and out west
They’re saying his bright-eyed name
(he’s becoming one, becoming one) x2

Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight

(He’s becoming one, becoming one) x2
Ohhhhh, hey

And only with an old guitar, broken in on wits and whim
(He’s becoming one, becoming one)

Hummingbird up in an April sky, observed and said of him,
He’s becoming one, becoming one…

Yeah, he’s coming home.