THAT MORNING SHE WASHED THE DISHES
AND KNOCKED ON THE WOOD THREE TIMES
HOPING FOR SOMETHING NEW,
JUST AN OLD WISH OF HER WEARY HEART
A NEW DAY UNFOLDING
ANOTHER CHANCE FOR A BRAND NEW START.
CUP OF TEA IN HER HAND
THE FOURTH, THE FOURTEENTH
HER ROUTINE, AND COMFORT, SHE’S NEVER ACTUALLY PLANNED
AGAINST NOVEL THINGS THAT COULD COME ALONG
LIKE A BLIND DATE PLAYING OUT A MERRY SPRING SONG.
REF.
LA, LA, LA, LA...
/COME ON AND SPIN ME IN YOUR SPACESHIP/
THE WORLD IS TINY, I NEED A QUICK SIP
COME ON AND SPIN ME, WHERE WILL YOU TAKE ME?
I’M REALLY FED UP, I NEED TO FLY FREE
COMBING HER HAIR, EYES IN THE MIRROR
DRAWING HER FACE, THE SPRING SONG CLEARER...
TUNING IN-TUNING OUT, A RADIO’S SPRINGTIME CHEER
LA, LA, LA, LA, LA...
...BLOWING AWAY DANDELION
SEEDS MIXING WITH CAT HAIR ON THE DIRTY RUG
AND, COULD YOU IMAGINE, SHE HAD A CAT ON HER MUG.
WHAT WILL BE, WILL BE, SO EASY TO SAY...
...NEVER SO YOUNG AGAIN...
WHAT A CONFUSION, A FLASH OF LIGHT
BY HER HOUSE OF SWEETS ON THAT MYSTERIOUS NIGHT.
WEED OR NEED? THE CAUSE UNKNOWN,
IT’S A SPACESHIP! HER MIND TO BE BLOWN.
FROM MARS HE COMES, HE CLAIMS, FROM PARUKANA’S GRACE, FROM THE PLEIADES...
...ALLEGEDLY FLAWLESS... EVEN HIS HEAD SWINGS IN A MELODIC PACE...
REF.
COME ON AND SPIN ME IN YOUR SPACESHIP
THE WORLD IS TINY, I NEED A QUICK SIP
COME ON AND SPIN ME, WHERE WILL YOU TAKE ME?
I’M REALLY FED UP, I NEED TO FLY FREE //2x
FIVE DAYS... FIVE DAYS SHE’S BEEN GONE NOW...IS IT JUST A PASSING PHASE?
FURRY RUG, BROKEN MUG, TEA SPILT ALL OVER STICKY TRAYS
EMPTY BOWLS, NO FOOD, NO MILK, NO RULES TO OBEY,
LAWLESS AND SLOPPY
THE HOUSE OF SWEETS WILL STAY
...WHEN YOU CAN RUN, YOU JUST RUN AWAY...
...MEOW...