[singer A] Morocco stains the absinthe of Lo Moss, Avalon, & rain Everyone's an indigo O' periwinkle a.m. Jim Carrey as The Cable Guy Electro-shocks my face You feast in the cornucopia Upon mulberry leaves within Silhouettin' Sinéads ælurchin' O'er a religious-abuseless glow J'adore, for the way you emulsify cobble [transition] [singer B] In a moonlight Responsive yellow nest A robin's egg! [transition] [singer A] Restin' inside the cavern Storm-songs o' a moldy tome You press four stars outside my knees & Count Olaf's deceased Oh, you pull mud out of bones Treacling autumn, winter, spring, summer, & fall J'adore; the way you milk les fleurs du mal If I varnish up the dock & melt the butter from the crock You’d still find me in the wettin' moor-dew You’d still lug me back a gougey host We were never meant for heaving Too much tealed beneath our sighin' & ye heartbeat pays the ghost Billy Corgan, fine, Billy Corgan To drownd a rose!
