Morphing figures every night
Tangled fingers inside mine
I love your figure love the light
Let's never move our eyes
From running up honey hills come January
Maybe this silence is my sanctuary
While I'm out swimming in mud
Get in the puddles are fine
Dadadada
Dadadada
Outwardly feeling outwardly feeling
Outwardly outwardly
Outwardly feeling inner emotion
Mixed up my drink and now It's too potent