Текст песни Fantasies - Silver Apples

Once more in the center of his musing
Fantasy
He moves surly out into the blue forest
Fantasy
Change chords
Mmm no
Come back home now
Leaves sprout from his head
Grass grows from his hands
And he rolls smoothly along in his ocean house
Change chords now
Come into the stop
Roll me into the stop
Ooo look
There's something down below the balcony
Under our windows
In the snow
Close the door
Roll on the floor
Fantasies
'K now move me back in I got to get the song moving
{With hell they're five feet long
And a chess color beard
He forged the sunscreen the bloody melody
That was to say, a body melody}
Uh I can't read my own handwriting
I'm going to change chords but I'm not going to tell you when
I'm coming back home now
Ok roll me into the stop again
Ooo
Look
There's something down below the balcony
Under our windows
In the snow
Close the door, roll on the floor
Fantasies, ok get me back in here now
{Ok we're gonna change chords and stay that way on the slowdown}
Let's quit ok, let's stop playing
{} = not confident