Strange were the days before you
Sunflower moon now dances
Strange were the days so long ago
Humerus blood drips down a lance
Blooming of a Jabber-walk
Never seen so much talk
Lay low and will not go
Must stay cold and not show
I've got a crush
Free your mind in the garden
A frog on a pedal now dances
Nary yet a touch from your soft hands
Profound tremors seek romance
A fiery blaze now sweats
Show your hand make your bed
Loosely gaze walk through the maze
Touch your hand clearing haze
I've got a crush
Lost two times I can't find
Sunflower moon now dances
Freed from your life, emotions of strife
I'll travel on, travel on, travel on
Blooming of a Jabber-walk
Never seen so much talk
Lay low and will not go
Must be cold and not show
I've got a crush