كلمات Summer's Cauldron

Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron Under mats of flower lava Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go Breathing in the boiling butter Fruit of sweating golden Inca Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow When Miss Moon lays down And Sir Sun stands up Me I'm found floating round and round Like a bug in brandy In this big bronze cup Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron Trees are dancing drunk with nectar Grass is waving underwater Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go Insect bomber Buddhist droning Copper chord of August's organ Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow When Miss Moon lays down in her hilltop bed And Sir Sun stands up raise his regal head Me I'm found floating round and round Like a bug in brandy In this big bronze cup Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron