Here I am / hands interlocked with the man in yellow. Here I am / I need to know if anyone in this scene will remember my waist or my one-hundred-and-thirty-dollar jeans. Here I am / the eye-doctor dilates my pupils so major that the city-folk blend and merge together. Here I am / I’m feeling light as a feather / kneeling on account of the weather / feeling light as a feather / daydreams of plucking lilies at Heather’s / more or less time together / more or less / more or less exceeds “not ever” / so much better Here I am, gauze dripping from my left neat ‘cause it makes me so important. Here I am / littered my eggs to and fro throughout the forest, the children are forming, forming. Here I am / I’m certain my tongue longs to croon the lines like Mr. Morrison’s fair warning, I’m burning. Here I am / I’m feeling light as a feather / kneeling on account of the weather / feeling light as a feather / daydreams of plucking lilies at Heather’s / more or less time together / more or less / more or less exceeds “not ever” / so much better [compressed, swirly lyric:] Here I’d enter as a dove / Your turn / swaddle me with your love / Cover my eyes and bundle me up / Your turn / Swaddle me with your love Here I’d enter as a dove / Your turn / swaddle me with your love / Cover my eyes and bundle me up / Your turn / Swaddle me with your love [echo / underwater outro] Here I am / I’m feeling light as a feather / kneeling on account of the weather / feeling light as a feather / daydreams of plucking lilies at Heather’s / more or less time together / more or less / more or less exceeds “not ever” / daydreams of plucking lilies at Heather’s / more or less time together / more or less / more or less exceeds “not ever” / you know it’s so much better
