If you hadn't asked
Leave my answer the same
Leo's mine
If you hadn't asked her
Staining my whole tongue red
It's you I ask now
Stirring my indulgent sentiment
Don't, don't, fall
You so might as well
Be un-done, lay low
You're staining my whole tongue red
Dying all my colors red
How'd you get this out, she said she won't
Fallen far a clear mile
Bound for all the sun to spoil
Beauty that he sees is available to other people and to me, too
I believe
He'll hold up a flower and say, "look how beautiful it is"
Take this all apart and it becomes dull
The inner structure, also the processes
The fact that
If you hadn't asked (Made this tough)
Made it so fine
Leo's mine
If you hadn't asked her
Staining my whole tongue red
It's you I ask now
Stirring my indulgent sentiment
Don't, don't, stare
You so might as well
Be un-done
Lay low
You're staining my whole tongue red
The excitement, the mystery and the awe of a flower
It only adds. I don't understand how it subtracts
Dying all my colors red
How'd you get this out, she said she won't
Fallen far a clear mile
Bound for all the sun to spoil
Dying all my colors red
How'd you get this out, she said she won't
Fallen far a clear mile
Bound for all the sun to spoil
Dying all my colors red
How'd you get this out, she said she won't
Fallen far a clear mile
Bound for all the sun to spoil
The beauty that he sees is available to other people and to me too
I may not be quite as refined aesthetically as he is, but I can appreciate the beauty of a flower
At the same time, I see much more about the flower than he sees
I could imagine the cells in there, the complicated actions inside, which also have a beauty
I mean it's not just beauty at this dimension, at one centimeter
There's also beauty at smaller dimensions