I've really thought about this, no, I don't say a lot
But this has been weighing on me, I couldn't help it
You've been so sure of this
maybe I'll become like the ocean
Clear as the water, no soil, no doubt

I roll back, exhale, pulling back the veil
Something isn't right, someone pass the wine
Oh, you're sweet like the milk of the plant
Oh, and soft like silk to my hand
Something isn't right, perhaps another time

Let me just think about this
somewhere away from the current
Muddy as a puddle, I sit and we stutter
And while I turn this ship
well, I felt that I lost the connection
And when it hit me
it just hit me so hard, I couldn't help it

I roll back, exhale, ghost without a wail
Something isn't right, someone pass the wine
Oh, you're sweet like the milk of the plant
Oh, and soft like silk to my hand
Something isn't right, perhaps another time

Oh, you're sweet like the milk of the plant
Oh, and soft like silk to my hand
Something isn't right, someone pass the wine
You come back every month of May
Rose-coloured in the disarray
But something isn't right, perhaps another time

Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
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