Underneath the spires of the oak that sleep inside of acorns
Like castle builders inside of the womb
Smokestacks broached the morning honey from under lonely pastures
They would hush from the talons of your Hermit Thrush smile
My dear, your tears they flew and they nestled at the base of the mire
Blissful green, gentleness and articulated petrichor
Ylang Ylang, Frankincense, fervor and furthermore
You stitch from whence I was cleft like branches
And my body left bare will warble
I'm not ashamed of the blossoming leaves
Marbled in inviting nurture like berries without sugar
Oh, I ought to be beneath your paw when Autumn calls
Oh, I ought to be beneath your paw when Autumn calls
But it ain't no hill for a high stepper, honey
See that humble, bumble heartbeat beneath your bra
Was covered by two bluebirds with beaks of gold
Invited inside your door of white ides
Where we built a nest for your wings to rest
As we roost through the endlessness of freedom
Oh, I ought to be beneath your paw when Autumn calls
Oh, I ought to be beneath your paw when Autumn calls
Oh, I ought to be beneath your paw when Autumn calls
Oh, I ought to be beneath your paw when Autumn calls
With Saint Raphael as my witness, baby
We're building castles out of wicker and Japanese Wisteria
Tangled up, heavenly