Witch Hazel Bloom
Fiddlehead
I lay in my bed, eyes on the ceiling
See him, see her, and I feel some feeling
With a need to see San Francisco leaving
My hands like birds in the autumn season
Fly away now, so I can leave my room
Because my peace, yellow-green, is a witch-hazel bloom
(Right here, I am right out of the bloom)
Feel the joy
Feel the pain
Feel it breaking too
(Right here, I am right out of the bloom)
Feel the joy
Feel the pain
Feel it breaking too
Feel the joy
Feel the pain
Feel it breaking too
Feel the joy
Feel the pain
Feel it breaking too
I feel feeling
I feel feeling
I feel feeling
I feel feeling
Feeling, feeling, feeling
Feeling, feeling, feeling
You sit in a bed
Knee to chin and screaming
While our frame of silhouettes
In the charles is swimming
Feeling, feeling, feeling
Feeling, feeling, feeling
You sit in a bed
Knee to chin and screaming
While our frame of silhouettes
In the charles is swimming