Something about Dave makes me feel brave

I wish I would burn, ooh burn

Ooh again

The lips of Mary are so full and free

I wish I would taste, ooh taste

Ooh honey, again

I know men who have lost their friends and frost draws flowers at their door

Your home is in the woods, healing moods

Everything's so clear, ooh clear

Ooh again

Do you hear the pine shouts its grief?

Do you think it is the weather's punching ball?

Turning each slap into gold, crimson little roads for us to walk on

Again and again?

Feeling weak, feeling strong

Who's old, who's young?

I wish I would run, ooh run

Ooh, away from home, again

I know men who have lost their friends and frost draws flowers at their door