If you hadn't asked

Leave my answer the same

Leo's mine

If you hadn't asked her

Staining my whole tongue red

It's you I ask now

Stirring my indulgent sentiment

Don't, don't, fall

You so might as well

Be un-done, lay low

You're staining my whole tongue red

Dying all my colors red

How'd you get this out, she said she won't

Fallen far a clear mile

Bound for all the sun to spoil

Beauty that he sees is available to other people and to me, too

I believe

He'll hold up a flower and say, "look how beautiful it is"

Take this all apart and it becomes dull

The inner structure, also the processes

The fact that

If you hadn't asked (Made this tough)

Made it so fine

Leo's mine

If you hadn't asked her

Staining my whole tongue red

It's you I ask now

Stirring my indulgent sentiment

Don't, don't, stare

You so might as well

Be un-done

Lay low

You're staining my whole tongue red

The excitement, the mystery and the awe of a flower

It only adds. I don't understand how it subtracts

Dying all my colors red

How'd you get this out, she said she won't

Fallen far a clear mile

Bound for all the sun to spoil

Dying all my colors red

How'd you get this out, she said she won't

Fallen far a clear mile

Bound for all the sun to spoil

Dying all my colors red

How'd you get this out, she said she won't

Fallen far a clear mile

Bound for all the sun to spoil

The beauty that he sees is available to other people and to me too

I may not be quite as refined aesthetically as he is, but I can appreciate the beauty of a flower

At the same time, I see much more about the flower than he sees

I could imagine the cells in there, the complicated actions inside, which also have a beauty

I mean it's not just beauty at this dimension, at one centimeter

There's also beauty at smaller dimensions