And when she feeds the flowers up they rise their pretty little heads

and when she waters them they glow and smirk and smile in their beds

and in a globe of frogs we're making love and looking on

and in a globe of frogs we're making love and moving on



And when she walks across the floorboards how they creak and ooze and moan

(I want you)

and when she walks across the floorboards they're so glads she's on her own

and in a globe of frogs we lie on sack and moving on

and in a globe of frogs we lie on dark and saying:

"Mrs. Watson all your children have been certified insane"

and I want you



And when the night comes down the houses close their doors and dream of her

their shuttered eyes are closed inside their curtains wrap around her form

and in a globe of frogs we're linking tongues and moving on

and in a globe of frogs you know what's right you know it



Mrs. Watson you've been certified as good as gold

and I want you and I want you





Ain't you never seen a disembodied soul before?

Ain't you never seen a soul seeking incarnation? Information?



And when she feeds the fish they flip and jerk and wriggle in the pond

(I want you)

and when she hands them things they all perk up and nibble on her thumb

and in a globe of frogs the moth unfurls its moistened wings

and in a globe of frogs a soul appears the words made flesh