This isn't simple, take my word
To forget or to remember all the things I've heard
One more footstep, take your time
It can lead you from the absurd to the sublime
Where the rosemary grows, well nobody knows,
or nobody can remember
And if its pansies for thoughts,
well I must have all sorts,
and I watch them scatter....
And the whiteness washes over
As I float above the river bed
And I can finally forgive you
all the things you've said
Now I'm breathing under water
Dancing with the tide
Moving to a rhythm I can hear inside
When they're gone.
I am not dreaming, take my hand
I shall sing to you of ways to understand
Where the rosemary grows, well nobody knows,
or nobody can remember
And if it's pansies for thoughts,
well I must have all sorts,
and I watch them scatter
I make a garland for you,
from the cornflower blue,
it's the colour of how I'm feeling
And now I'm playing at god,
and I know that it's odd,
but I'm sure I'm sinking....
And the whiteness washes over
As I float above the river bed
And I can finally forgive you
all the things you've said
Now I'm breathing under water
Dancing with the tide
Moving to a rhythm I can hear inside
Now I'm gone
To forget or to remember all the things I've heard
One more footstep, take your time
It can lead you from the absurd to the sublime
Where the rosemary grows, well nobody knows,
or nobody can remember
And if its pansies for thoughts,
well I must have all sorts,
and I watch them scatter....
And the whiteness washes over
As I float above the river bed
And I can finally forgive you
all the things you've said
Now I'm breathing under water
Dancing with the tide
Moving to a rhythm I can hear inside
When they're gone.
I am not dreaming, take my hand
I shall sing to you of ways to understand
Where the rosemary grows, well nobody knows,
or nobody can remember
And if it's pansies for thoughts,
well I must have all sorts,
and I watch them scatter
I make a garland for you,
from the cornflower blue,
it's the colour of how I'm feeling
And now I'm playing at god,
and I know that it's odd,
but I'm sure I'm sinking....
And the whiteness washes over
As I float above the river bed
And I can finally forgive you
all the things you've said
Now I'm breathing under water
Dancing with the tide
Moving to a rhythm I can hear inside
Now I'm gone