Kitten babes straddling around town
On wayward trees,
The lightning hits the bolt
And it is quite inspiring
Tender hearts never go away
Unless they are astray
Purple gardens light up the sun
My tender approach is my soul,
I kiss the ribbon upon your neck
Tender kisses float in the air
As tender brides roam
With their tender grooms
Passionate roses lie;
Shall we linger upon the timid grass?
Oh tell me ignorance...where shall I begin?
There are too many houses in the neighborhood
Yet I must choose one
To settle in for the day,
I must sleep on inspiring pillows
Without blankets of course
And I find the most passionate day
Bottled up in lightning
And I quench my thirst by weeping in the wind,
Such dramatic tears
Fall on the ground
Like rain...
For losing my soul is the most beautiful thing
ever;
Kitten babes straddle around town
On wayward grass,
The lawn mower has exploded
Tender mercies begin to ignore bliss
I write my words in song and utter praise
And what if my heart turns cold again?
Shall the lightning hit me,
And then I die?
Oh I\'d die of a wayward love
That is bittersweet,
Oh I\'d sigh of a wayward lover
That is hard to meet...
Oh kitten babes straddle in the wind
For my ignorance is bliss; I concur
A beautiful symphony
Has me singing free,
For what is love without a bone to protrude?
Oh my soul is blank
But I can still see
The revelry that is before me;
For ignorance is bliss, can\'t you see?
My lonely face is a bore.