The rain has washed my dog away again
It's the closest to a breathing thing I'd call a friend
I hope the next wave brings a valentine
It's been so cold and lonely here
Ever since that cloud appeared
I keep wishing the lamp would shine
Feed me any piece of you
I'll find a way to prop it up alone
Cause I care about the way you stand
But I think you'd look nicer if you had a few bones
Waiting for the tree to cry
Blow a kiss as the mountains wave bye
And the turtles are running free
Blind man has got a whip
It's more fun than that white stick
He bought a carrot, but he still can't see
You know I've waited forty-six years
For a ray of hope to pierce me through
Then I could bleed the sunshine
And wriggle chest high in mountain dew
There's only so much to endure
There's only so much space here on my skewer
Sick of second billing to that magic goat
All I wanna know, baby
Does it float? Does it float? Does it float?
Does it float? Does it float? Does it float?
Does it float? Does it float? Does it float?
Does it float? Why does it float? Does it float?
Does it float? Does it float? Does it float?
