| Pretty Things |
| Being with you leaves me so satisfied All that’s wrong with the world I let roll by I want to bathe in the cocoon of being fed Of rummaging in bodies While letting go in the head Being with you I get free Being with you helps me be me Take what you must But leave behind your will It’s not yours or mine It’s the spirited till We gallop up mountains Then roll down sideways in the mud I want to lay with you in the springs And do all sorts of pretty things We’ll wash away the dark We’ll be each others arc I want to lay with you in the springs You’re my ray You’re my hey You’re my Little Bo Peep on a rainy day I want to lay with you in the springs And do all sorts of pretty things |