Little writhing worms hang down from where the new buds grew
In the yard, we're covered just from walking through
The birds are crazy and the wasps are crawling in our rooms
Everything is blindingly in bloom
Walking through
Morning dew
Little Ozzy crawling up my lap to claw my playing mute
Sometimes in his face, I think I'm seeing you
In your crown and all surrounded by those girls you knew
Good to see it all come back around so soon
Walking through
Morning dew
