The earth moves and the sun keeps still
Bathwater [bad word] in
Aboard a tent I saw a window bring the joy
The summer miracles roam around

In your belly swim the spores
We bared all for the forest floors
And if you must cry with grief
Blow your nose right on my sleeve

Dreams [bad word] out reality
Sound caresses fingertips
It goes to sing behind your ear
For the one you love, who's [bad word] back

In the bathtub swim the spores
We bared all for the forest floors
And if you must cry with grief
Blow your nose right on my sleeve

Blow your nose right on my sleeve
Blow your nose right on my sleeve
Blow your nose, dry it on my sleeve
Blow your nose right on my sleeve