A hundred tiny petals I caught em in the morning when I wake up And when the sun burns down A shade (...) If I was a kid in a patch of field of blue and green And the brightest yellow if it took me hours to find it Pain all over me All over my hands and jeans Midnight moon Shining on the field that you love In my living room, record's on All boys crooning, always for love Me and the bees know a good thing when we see it (...) You're better than a ring or any rose on a vine And if I was a queen I'd spend my days under a tree I'd buy you every field and watch you in the wind Swinging back and forth Stars telling us secrets I was going by like minutes Midnight moon Shining on the field that you love In my living room, record's on All boys crooning, always for love Dew on my face (...) on my knees Dandelion