So, so this is what it comes to And I'm sitting high upon the shoulder's of the world Beneath the ground I'm weaving, breathing all her little ways into one To pa** the time That was the most fun I've had with my clothes on And you On Sunday, Monday, I had a vision of a lamb Barking at the moon
A scarecrow, a halo, you were seen walking at night By my side That was the most beautiful perfume you wore all winter It put me to sleep So sit down Tell me you'd rather I go Out and away little more can I say Though if only it were my choice I would stay