Drowning here in summer's cauldron

Under mats of flower lava

Please don't pull me out this is how i would want to go

Breathing in the boiling butter

Fruit of sweating golden inca

Please don't heed my shout i'm relax in the undertow



When miss moon lays down

And sir sun stands up

Me i'm found floating round and round

Like a bug in brandy

In this big bronze cup

Drowning here in summer's cauldron



Trees are dancing drunk with nectar

Grass is waving underwater

Please don't pull me out this is how i would want to go

Insect bomber buddhist droning

Copper chord of august's organ

Please don't heed my shout i'm relax in the undertow



When miss moon lays down

In her hilltop bed

And sir sun stands up

Raise his regal head

Me i'm found floating round and round

Like a bug in brandy

In this big bronze cup

Drowning here in summer's cauldron


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