bowerbird

if you want i can show you what love is, if you want i can show you it all, if you want i can show you the surface, like you've never ever seen it before, please excuse all the dust from the renovations, and the gardens overgrown, but if you use your imagination, you can see that it's a real home, in the sun, on the bed, where i've been lyin', i've been thinkin' of you all this time, so warm inside it, with the moon, if you want i can show you what love is, spread it out on the forest floor, if you want i can show you the surface, like you've never ever seen it before, in the city where the rubbish heap is growing, as it must be doing as we speak, on a street where the traffic's overflowing, and their knees all get weak, are you ever gonna be grown up or no, are you ever gonna reach your peak, are you ever going to reap what you've been sowing?, oh-oh, shot like silk, a glass of milk, at night, i spilled my soul, across my windowsill, the will to bring the language, and say the adage, you're dreamin', you're dreamin', you move on but the feeling lingers, full force of the acumen, and the roots of the surrender, pushin' up through the man, caught up in a splendid novel, the idea won't let you go, and the blue of the water bottle, i know