A hundred tiny petals
I caught em in the morning when I wake up
And when the sun burns down
A shade (...)
If I was a kid in a patch of field of blue and green
And the brightest yellow if it took me hours to find it
Pain all over me
All over my hands and jeans
Midnight moon
Shining on the field that you love
In my living room, record's on
All boys crooning, always for love
Me and the bees know a good thing when we see it
(...)
You're better than a ring or any rose on a vine
And if I was a queen I'd spend my days under a tree
I'd buy you every field and watch you in the wind
Swinging back and forth
Stars telling us secrets
I was going by like minutes
Midnight moon
Shining on the field that you love
In my living room, record's on
All boys crooning, always for love
Dew on my face
(...) on my knees
Dandelion