Beatenberg Bowerbird
If you want I can show you what love is
If you want I can show you it all
If you want I can show you the surface
Like you've never ever seen it before
Please excuse all the dust from the renovations
And the gardens overgrown
But if you use your imagination
You can see that it's a real home
In the sun, on the bed, where I've been lyin'
I've been thinkin' of you all this time
[?] so warm inside it
With the moon
If you want I can show you what love is
Spread it out on the forest floor
If you want I can show you the surface
Like you've never ever seen it before
In the city where the rubbish heap is growing
As it must be doing as we speak
On a street where the traffic's overflowing
And their knees all get weak
Are you ever gonna be grown up or no
Are you ever gonna reach your peak
Are you ever going to reap what you've been sowing?
Oh-oh
Shot like silk, a glass of milk
At night, I spilled my soul
Across my windowsill
The will to bring the language
And say the adage
You're dreamin'
You're dreamin'
You move on but the feeling lingers
Full force of the acumen
And the roots of the [?] surrender
Pushin' up through the [?] man
Caught up in a splendid novel
The idea won't let you go
And the blue of the water bottle
I know
