Sister - Sufjan Stevens

What the water wants is hurricanes

And sailboats to ride on its back

What the water wants is sun kiss

And land to run in to and back

And I have a fish stone

Burning my elbow

Reminding me to know that I’m glad

And I have a bottle

Filled with my old teeth

They fell out like a tear in the bag

And I have a sister

Somewhere in Detroit

She has black hair and small hands

And I have a kettledrum

I’ll beat the earth with you

And I will crochet you a hat

And I have a red kite

I’ll put you right in it

I’ll show you the sky