歌词
Japanese beetle sits on my arm upright
He tells me stories about his life
Ones of color and ones of light
These are the amazing stories of his life
Without him knowing another man's dreams
He tries to simplify the simplest things
Liquified melting dreams
He intends to jump into me
Early morning color red
He slammed a door inside my head
Moonlight purple colored bursting trees
He leans over and whispers to me
I like to hear her really sing
Uncovering the melted dreams
The next thing occurred to me
As he intended to jump in me
Bicycle too big for you
Words too small for us
We tease slowly laughing
Can break streams from cuffs
One year turned around
Can map days of old
Wind filled faces drop free from the hold