Brandon Boyd

The boy upon a tireless trail with the wind at his back.
He's becoming one, coming one, he's becoming one.
The birds the bees the wild trapeze symbiotic heart attack.
He's becoming one, coming one, he's becoming one.
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, coming one, he's becoming one.
Up North, down south, back east and out west
They're saying his bright-eyed name.