Frogs and pansies and all you fancy, this fascination with breakfast sandwiches
Gold and silver drip from your fingertips
When I'm feeling sick, you're my medicine
Crimson clover sit on your shoulder, it makes me wonder if you remember this song you used to sing the blues to
Harvest moon in your gloomy mood
I can't sleep at night if you're not next to me, so comfortably dreaming away