we'll bathe often in the light of the moon
we'll sew clothes from the stem of our womb
oh my sweet fairy the past is strong
touch not my bosom for i'll not get far
color your cartography in your dreams of me
maps will not lie in me
grow into gardens
the caverns you found in me
heal off the weightless
you held from the start of me
oh my sweet fairy our hearts did us wrong
but rudders of body's doth carry us on
and more moons than our eyes can
recount and store
yet they bid that we see the same things
sweet they bid that we swim in their seas
as written on the vinyl sleeve:
we'll bathe often in the light of the moon we'll sew clothes from the stem of our womb
oh my sweet fairy the past is strong touch not my bosom for i'll not get far color your cartography in your dreams of me maps will not lie in me grow into gardens the caverns you found in me heal off the weightless you held from the start of me
oh my sweet fairy our hearts did us wrong but rudders of body's doth carry us on and more moons than our eyes can recount and store yet they bid that we see the same things sweet they bid that we swim in their seas