The Microphones
Can I Bring This Bloom Inside?
I heard from out the window
A cooing in the trees
Of a tingly ignition
I was swept off by my feet
Sweeping cleanly
Through blue stony streets
Songs hit my ears, my eyes
And my legs rolled mindlessly
And oh, there was flapping
A creaking unwrapping
And oh, there was chirping
The pink was unpacking
Signs of life so bright
They burned a hole in me
And burned deeper
I sat down to cooing from the trees
Coo, coo, coo, coo, coo
Coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo
Deeper in debt
For my legs to sweep me here
For eyes to drink it deep
Deeply filling my large lungs
To blow flower's seeds
Could I bring this bloom inside for
For my friends to see?
Would my bough break
And my cooing kids fall from the tree?
Can I take the fruit that I produce
To my friends' feast?
Can I bring this bloom inside
For my friends to see?
Would my bough break
And my kids fall from the tree?
Can I take the fruit that I produce
To another's feast?