Ode To Serotonin (Nightmare Of You)

Suddenly spritely budding through the billows The sun is bobbing heavenly against the trees With bees buzzing They're sucking nectar from a flower And if we could have this hour for a lifetime We'd smile blinkingly Laughing till we're gagging violently O soaring dove, I'm quite sure this is love! I'm utterly depraved, let's do it on your terrace And the rain will catch the notches on our backs Exchanging spit through our sloppy kisses Where the water tastes like perfumes of the docks We're meant symmetrically! And hand in hand we're strolling gorgeously O soaring dove, I'm quite sure this is love... O saoring dove, I'm quite sure that this could be love...