My love is a fever, my love is a fable
My love is jazz licks improvised by toddlers
Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme and firelight
My love is a metamorphosis reason
Cold logic, intuitively speaking
My love is syncopated, spoon-fed, ignorant, well-read
My love is singular, my love is commonplace
As a gravedigger's own birthplace
My love is a medicine feeds the sick
Heals the poor, turns up the volume on the blind man
My word it's a trip like a migraine on a moving train
It parachutes, aeroplanes, watch it fly
Eyes soar, hands clap
Ears ring, it's a sand trap
Hair raising, amazing gray city transformations
As lips sink, stomachs ache
Monkeys shine, fire flies
Foxes trot, hobs knob
Porches swing, brains storm
Hearts attack and air supplies
It's heads light, tails spin
Steeples chase you along your chin, rock slides
Out of the woods now a virgin in buckskin moccasins
Tall thin she plays your mandolin
So maudlin, you begin to spin
Out of the woods now a virgin in buckskin moccasins
Tall thin she plays your mandolin
So maudlin, you begin to spin
Out of the woods now
Out of the woods
Out of the woods
Out of the woods now
My love is a fever, my love is a fable
My love is jazz licks improvised by toddlers
Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme and firelight