Mundane & Its Mystery Lyrics

Diane Cluck Mundane & Its Mystery

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 came 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...