The peacocks living in a pen at the eaves like PhDs
As they prepare their knowledge, the peacocks sing a dreamy, chirping song

I don’t know the password to get to him
I leaned my head on the front of the old machine

The bright red beaker
The liquid and muddler being left behind
My love is at boiling point
Dancing in the cloudy steam

Try not to abandon me
Get a bit closer to me
I can’t be the person you love
But I want to be touched by you forever
I want to kiss that mouth
They peck at the ground with their sharp beaks, whining

The peacocks living in a pen at the eaves like PhDs
They’re humming as usual today, spreading out their rainbow wings

Your yellowed clothes
Your slightly greying hair
Your occasional sighs
Who do you want to give that to?

I want to let a breeze blow
Onto your furrowed brow
Because I can’t be the person you love
I want to call your name
I want to keep looking at you until the end
Their rainbow wings get tired of waiting and go see-through in places

Like a fireplace quietly warming
The evenings alone and the rainy afternoons
I’ll quietly stand watch over you
I want you to open your closed door

Try not to abandon me
Get a bit closer to me
I can’t be the person you love
But I want to be touched by you forever
I want to kiss that mouth
They peck at the ground with their sharp beaks, whining