Perfect eyes and peasant feet Brazilian iris, with petals Dark and sweet New apostles, perennial and young Like a new religion, like fire on my tongue I'll take a drink and hope I never have to drive again Like morning glories, this story Is glorious again So glorious again Analyze what isn't there Ask, is it envy? Is it perfectly cut hair? New receptors, new pollen to inhale Tastе the liquor and tell the swallowtail I'll take a drink and hope I never have to drive again Like morning glories, this story Is glorious again So glorious again Bright Red Canna calling Just a slip of tongue Your wildflower's haunting Every song I've sung Cold Lake George in summer Forgive my awful pride Your wildflower's haunting Everywhere I drive I'll take a drink and hope I never have to drive again Like morning glories, this story Is glorious again So glorious again