Lyrics

sucked into the mundane & its mystery
sixteen-petalled flowered upholstery
where've i been ?
well, i've been here for hours
bleeding into patterns of flowers...

( quietly the night comes marching in to greet them )

when those seams open up
go in, go !
yellow, wide, open up
go in, go
shades of honey bees
black and golden yellow
sway like honey bees
black & golden yellow

yellow, yellow...