I see a creature dancing
Don't know what you are
So far away, so beautiful to me
Handsome lady, blushing sailor
With the soft, supple stubble of a bubble maker
In a sea of pansies, you're the scent
That tempts the world with your sweet indifference
Patchouli
And I know that you are used to something different
And I wish it made a difference to me
Please place the thimble on my finger
It longs to wrap around you
But I know another thread is going to linger
Climb the stairs to prick the spindle's stinger
And fall into a dream where things are never what they seem to be
Patchouli
And I know that you are used to something different
But in this moment something is different
This mushroom fades away too soon
Could I ever lift the veil to kiss my bridegroom
Or ask you to dream of me
Dreaming high
