Sean Hayes. Flowering Spade. Zeneszám

He has a flowering spade
Growing out of his chest
Full of magic and healing
She is a flowering spade
As she moves and she sways
You can see that she feels it

She's off to dance with the goat boys
He's of to sail through your wide open ocean
She learned to sing from a siren
He learned to swim from a drop in the water

There are words there are signs
Close your eyes there is magic inside you
Hear this box in your mind
building frames for to trace your desires

She learned to cook from a sailor
He learned to cry in an elephant circus
She found a recipe for flying
He's growing flowers to understand dying

Rejoice
Hmmm...
Oh ma na na...

Oh oh
Rejoice
Oh ma na na...

Oh oh
Oh ma na na...

Oh oh
Rejoice
There's no such thing as dying

Oh oh
Rejoice
Does anyone feel like flying

Oh oh
Oh ma na na...

Oh oh
Oh ma na na...

Ooo...