Gandharvas. Shells. Zeneszám

What's in your coconut?
Nothing but marbles
Rolling around a shell
Better give them a spill

Under the bright blue sky
Oh, what a pretty high

I'll pile 'til that exile
And spill 'til that spirit
Flies back home

What's in your low water?
Nothing but turtles
Piling up on their shells
Overcoming themselves

Under the bright blue sky
Oh, what a fatal high

Now, I'll pile 'til that exile
And spill 'til that spirit
Flies back home