Mundane & Its Mystery Lyrics

sucked into the mundane & its mystery

sixteen-petalled flowered upholstery
where've i been ?

well, i've been here for hours

bleeding into patterns of flowers...

( quietly the night came marching in to greet them )
when those seams open up

go in , go

yellow, wide, open up

go in, go
shades of honey bees

black and golden yellow

sway like honey bees

black & golden yellow

yellow, yellow...