Flowers & Pills
Walking the avenue
With my silent friend
Streets littered with magical pills
We take 3, we take 3
Gente imminence
See the butterflies oer the wild flowers
Get on love, let's take a ride
We fly high, we fly high
We fly and caress the air so intoxicatingly
Interesting patterns in the atmosphere
In the atmosphere, it's cold
And wouldn't it be fun
If we had a little soiree
A full moon bowl of Dolls
As a welcome to the foyer
ANd then off to the Sun room
Where all the flowers are in bloom
Surrounded by the spring
Leads to the loveliest of flings
We fly and caress the air so intoxicatingly
Interesting patterns in the atmosphere
In the atmosphere, it's cold
Copyright 2004 Beau Phillips