When I am out walking
My eyes are still forming
The door I walk through and I see
The true spring is in you
The true spring is in you
My wide worlds collide
And mind wide words collide
And seasons kaleidoscoping
And all I want to do
All I want to do is to make love to you
In the fertile dirt, in the fertile dirt
With a careless mind
With a careless, careless, careless mind.
My eyes are still forming
The door I walk through and I see
The true spring is in you
The true spring is in you
My wide worlds collide
And mind wide words collide
And seasons kaleidoscoping
And all I want to do
All I want to do is to make love to you
In the fertile dirt, in the fertile dirt
With a careless mind
With a careless, careless, careless mind.
enhyloi - 21.10.2013