Suddenly spritely budding through the billows

The sun is bobbing heavenly against the trees

With bees buzzing

They're sucking nectar from a flower

And if we could have this hour for a lifetime

We'd smile blinkingly

Laughing 'till we're gagging violently

O soaring dove, I'm quite sure this is love!



I'm utterly depraved; let's do it on your terrace

And the rain will catch the notches on our backs

Exchanging spit through our sloppy kisses

Where the water tastes like perfumes of the docks

We're meant symmetrically

And hand in hand we're strolling gorgeously

O soaring dove, I'm quite sure this is love!