Under mats of flower lava
 Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go
 Breathing in the boiling butter
 Fruit of sweating golden inca
 Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow
 When Miss Moon lays down
 And Sir Sun stands up
 Me I'm found floating round and round
 Like a bug in brandy
 In this big bronze cup
 Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron
 Trees are dancing drunk with nectar
 Grass is waving underwater
 Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go
 Insect bomber Buddhist droning
 Copper chord of August's organ
 Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow
 When Miss Moon lays down
     in her hilltop bed
 And Sir Sun stands up
     raise his regal head
 Me I'm found floating round and round
 Like a bug in brandy
 In this big bronze cup
 Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron