Leave the bed unmade Draw the light green shade Start the microwave Dried roses
Cradle yell, she does Lights the fire because Window frost, heat loss Dried roses
Steep the black coffee Set the plates, pour the tea Three for her, three for me Dried roses
Sleepily, she walks Gradually, she talks With the geese, she flocks Dried roses
Afternoon, Midnight Morning's what she likes Fly the broom, see the moon Dried roses
Here I go, there I am All alone in the pan In the silence again Dried roses
Half dead, half awake Make a pie, bake a cake Which road will you take? Dried roses
Goodness her, goodness me Goodness eternity Out you go, in you be Dried roses
Leave the bed unmade Draw the light green shade
Start the microwave Dried roses Dried roses
