Now that the world’s slowed down
I think I’ll finally reverse my frown
And maybe soon I’ll take a lap around the lake
And get a whiff of the moonlight smog
You smell like sweet birdsong
The scent of dew on a sleeping frog
Sometimes I can’t relate to all the things you say
But I can whistle my way out of fog

Oh, don’t you know the Sun wishes to know you
And get you love-drunk on daffodils and roses
So don’t you fucking blow it
Blow it
Blow it
Blow it

You smell like sweet birdsong
The scent of dew on a sleeping frog
You smell like sweet birdsong
The scent of dew on a sleeping frog