I don’t want to walk beside the fence forever
Giving up on magic and divine
I should try cozy and tender
I gotta grow a love to call it mine
I have cleared up my schedule
from now ‘till the day I lose my teeth
Looking for the kind of pleasure
that makes it worth filling it with.
I am a revamp wildebeest
muddy from the mating show
tired of the hounding feasts
lost in lands of savage love
Fields of nothing but cowards
As far back as eyes can reach
Fields of endless Pink Floyd flowers
Turning beauties into beasts.
Spring is throwing a big party
I asked to be a guest when I rsvp-d
I gotta get myself a new attire
I gotta grow a love to go with me.
If it doesn’t kill you makes you clever
So here’s the perfect recipe
A love that loves if I am not looking
A love that’s looking if I need.
I’m getting on to turn the power
And throw away all the bling bling
I’ve got enough to breed a coward
But I’ll grow a love to grow old with.