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