Fungal city subterranean

Curve the forest floor

We walk on this sunken mystery

Trunks bursting through the moss from

Should I soften the blow of life on him?

Cotton wool cocoon him?

His capacity for love is enormous (yeah)

His vibrant optimism happens to be my faith too, too, too

His body calligraphs the space above my bed

Horizontal signature on my skin (I'm in rapture, I'm in rapture)

I'm in rapture, ooh (I'm in rapture, I'm in rapture)

Perfumed velvet darkness

Should I soften the blow of life on him?

Should I soften the blow of life on him?

Cotton wool cocoon him?

His capacity for love is enormous (yeah)

His celebrational intelligence is ridiculous

His capacity for love (is enormous) it encourages me to have

Capacity for love is enormous, yeah, yeah

This vitality repolarises me

My north-south shifts to east-west

Capacity for love

For love, for love, for love

Capacity for love

Capacity for love (love, for love, capacity for love)

Capacity for love (capacity for love, love, for love)

(Capacity) (capacity for, my love)

Capacity for love (my love)

Capacity for a love

Oh, love