Diane Cluck - Mundane & It's Mystery Lyrics
Sucked into the mundane & its mysterysixteen-petalled flowered upholsterywhere've i been ?well, i've been here for hoursbleeding into patterns of flowers...( quietly the night comes marching in to greet them )when those seams open upgo in, go !yellow, wide, open upgo in, goshades of honey beesblack and golden yellowsway like honey beesblack & golden yellowyellow, yellow...