This is a song about "Find"

Where constellations collide and where telescopes can't find,

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

Which was about to learn,to find

From the womb, my newborn child

But i think you will find

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

I got a lot on my mind

(x2)there is no art to find

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,

You can search but you'll never find

But i just wanna make love to your mind

Jimmy back me, child

Making things hard to find

Its cold as shit in this booth

You can't find your fucken shoes?