I’ve got to go out in my garden
Go out and see what moves me
For there's something very sexy
About the band in the room
Below my hotel bedroom
This old earth body, this old earthly body, this old earthly body burns to hear the songs of wanting, with fragrant shaken waters, water of the same kind, this old earthly body turns to cheer the songs of the whisper and the wanting
With reeds and creeds, and kaleidoscopic seeds this old earthly body stakes out its turn for the songs of wanting; songs lost among the longing, lost among the longing and the wanting; we shake, we ache, we dedicate our loss of love in turn for the whispered songs of the longing and the wanting
That love lies lost, lost among the longing, lost among the longing and the wanting; songs are the whispered deeds, songs are the care less creeds, songs are the earthly needs, songs are the seven seeds of love; that love lies lost
Lost among the songs for the longing, lost among the whispered songs for the longing and the wanting
She turned, he turned, their elegance burnt deep
into their friendships
He learnt, she learnt, their clothesline turned the earth from cotton into cotton
They consecrated with a purpose, the serrated edges of papyrus reed, laid bare the words for their seeds to feed the earth
To feed the cosmos and to feed the whole of its starlights
This old earth body, this old earthly body, this old earthly body burns to hear the songs of wanting, with fragrant shaken waters, water of the same kind, this old earthly body turns to cheer the songs of the whisper and the wanting
With reeds and creeds, and kaleidoscopic seeds this old earthly body stakes out its turn for the songs of wanting; songs lost among the longing, lost among the longing and the wanting; we shake, we ache, we dedicate our loss of love in turn for the whispered songs of the longing and the wanting
That love lies lost, lost among the longing, lost among the longing and the wanting; songs are the whispered deeds, songs are the care less creeds, songs are the earthly needs, songs are the seven seeds of love; that love lies lost
Lost among the songs for the longing, lost among the whispered songs for the longing and the wanting
He burnt, she burnt, their elegance turned deep
into wilder passions
She turned, he turned, their clothesline learnt the earth burned cotton out of cotton
They conjugated with abandon of purpose, the serrated edges freed they laid bare the words for their misdeeds to reseed the earth
To lead out into the cosmos and to lead out into the whole of its starlights
I’ve got to go out in my garden
Go out and see what moves me
For there's something very sexy
About the band in the room
Below my hotel bedroom
