A serpent on a bed of leaves in the month of May

Wild roses on a bed of leaves in the month of May | I think I wrote my own pain Down by the creek, I couldn't sleep so I followed a feeling Sounds like the vines, they are breathing And I've seen the way the seasons change when I just give it time But I feel out of my mind all the time In the night I'm wild eyed

what do you think | what do you think

What you want. | What you want to make why you can't keep one

I want to be the bed you miss | Who cares? I'm not a moralist I'm just a lady with some time I want to be made out of love I want to be made into life I love the way you take a walk And the all the things that you see with your eyes Oh, to be that distant thought Some growing meaning in your mind

what am i going to do when they leave me?? | (¨i'm never going to leave you¨ what a lie)

I feel alone for you - I feel alive with you | I feel a sin fading Celebrate, celebrate

I never wanted to be someone | who had to leave it all behind even still there is no escape for what I face, I faced before

Are we leaving the city? | I believe in you Do you believe in me? What do you want to do? Are we leaving the city?

What is it you think I need? | Maybe it's too hard to see I don't want it all I've had enough I don't want it all I've had a love Worst feeling I've had is gone It's gone I know how it all comes back I know too well Now I'm done