歌词
She calls, he follows
She speaks, he swallows
She sews stories in his garden
Tends to the weeds that grow
Waters the phoney flowers that he keeps on show
I thought I had an invitation
To paradise
Still waiting with anticipation
For it to arrive
She sings, he dances
She stings, until he scratches
He falls, subject to submission
It’s a cyclical state of affairs
She’s blowing all the bubbles with the words prepared
I thought I had an invitation
To paradise
Still waiting with anticipation
For it to arrive
Invitation,
Waiting for my invitation
I thought I had an invitation
To paradise
Still waiting with anticipation
For it to arrive
I thought I had an invitation
To paradise
Well, I’m still waiting but I anticipate
That it won’t ever arrive
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