Flowerhead spin around crazy
But there's direction in your footprints
Go ahead, down to the water
To stand alone against the hot wind, once again
Who are you waiting for
And when will he come round?
Sleepyhead, lying in a big bed
Almost a universe across
Someday, there will come another
To give you back what you have lost
Who are you waiting for
And when will he come round?
Seems to me, very little romance
Gets through the winter with its petals
Remember me, kind of like a slow dance
A conch-shell whisper,
but we were miles from any ocean
I know the dream sounds good in your head
Forget about all the promises we said
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