SoundClown - Fool's Spring Lyrics

The way you hold my hand
I know you understand me
Like a whale out in the sea
My love I hope you'll see

A bird climbs the steps
That lead to the tiger's breath
But this day think not they of death
Not on Fool's Spring
On Fool's Spring

Tacos on the beach
Where therapists gather to preach
And for the sun they will reach
By singing
On Fool's Spring
On Fool's Spring

And you with your circus air
Your beauty marks and your orange moss hair
Laughing from your distant chair
You've got me blinking

The sun in glasses and fairy boots
Tarot cards with matching suits
Drowning in a sea of flutes
But still singing
On Fool's Spring
On Fool's Spring