I frogbit and arrowhead, you eyebright and teasel
Me, Jack in the pulpit, your musk, your honeysuckle. You my purpling rose
I, all bristly hound's tongue, grasp you yellow loosestrife. Me, Jack in the pulpit, woodruff and b***erbur. Red dead-nettle to your blood-drop emlets
Our vervain, our feverfew and tansy, our bindweed, or bittersweet. Our burnt orchid, our mountain-everlasting, gold of pleasure. Or petty spurge. Our self-heal. Our self-heal. Our self-heal
Lyrics © Matt Howden
Me, Jack in the pulpit, your musk, your honeysuckle. You my purpling rose
I, all bristly hound's tongue, grasp you yellow loosestrife. Me, Jack in the pulpit, woodruff and b***erbur. Red dead-nettle to your blood-drop emlets
Our vervain, our feverfew and tansy, our bindweed, or bittersweet. Our burnt orchid, our mountain-everlasting, gold of pleasure. Or petty spurge. Our self-heal. Our self-heal. Our self-heal
Lyrics © Matt Howden