I gently pour the alcohol over your wounds and watch the scars fade into time And watch the wincing fall away Donna was hired to mend the flowers of my father's prized estate And when she worked It was as if we had never felt the cold We quickly came to love her But i most of all came to love her It was not easy to meet you, but in the soil I felt your fingers grope, In the virgin soil I pa**ed through a groan Attacked you with my sense of a smile You must quit this work and caress the radio's bulbs And turn the blue green dials, And notice that the blue lights are parallel and move in file With the strength of the wave