[Intro] [breathy male vocals, atmospheric room noise] Yeah What if you were a beetle and a soft wind [percussive mouth sounds] (bru-pa, bru-pa, pa, woo) And a quaint allowance of time hence Summoned you out of your wrapping And there you were (woo, woo) Yeah, I'm so Many legs and hardening Maybe even more than one pair of eye [sharp intake of breath] See, look (ho) And the whole world in front of you And what if you had wings and flew Into the garden and fell into the upturned face Of white flower and what if you had a soft mouth A limp, oh yeah [percussive mouth sounds] (bru-pa) To place close to the skim of honey That kept offering itself What would you think then of the world As night and day you were kept there Oh, happy prisoner, sighing, humming, roaming That deep cup [percussive mouth sounds] (bru-pa) I'm T-H-A-N-D-I-L-E
