Now that the world’s slowed down I think I’ll finally reverse my frown And maybe soon I’ll take a lap around the lake And get a whiff of the moonlight smog You smell like sweet birdsong The scent of dew on a sleeping frog Sometimes I can’t relate to all the things you say But I can whistle my way out of fog
Oh, don’t you know the Sun wishes to know you And get you love-drunk on daffodils and roses So don’t you fucking blow it Blow it Blow it Blow it
You smell like sweet birdsong The scent of dew on a sleeping frog You smell like sweet birdsong The scent of dew on a sleeping frog
