It was spring in Pavlovia-a-a,
I was lost, in a maze . . .
Lysol breezes perfumed the air,
I'd been searching for days.
I found you, in a c**-de-sac,
As bewildered as I-
We touched noses, and suddenly
My heart learned how to fly!
So, together, we found our way,
Shared a pellet, or two . . .
Like an evening in some cafe,
Wanting nothing, but you . . .
Autumn's come, to Pavlovia-a-a,
Once again, I'm alone-
Finding sorrow by millivolts,
Back to neurons and bone.
And I think of our moments then,
Never knowing your name-
Nothing's left in Pavlovia,
But the maze, and the game. . . .
I was lost, in a maze . . .
Lysol breezes perfumed the air,
I'd been searching for days.
I found you, in a c**-de-sac,
As bewildered as I-
We touched noses, and suddenly
My heart learned how to fly!
So, together, we found our way,
Shared a pellet, or two . . .
Like an evening in some cafe,
Wanting nothing, but you . . .
Autumn's come, to Pavlovia-a-a,
Once again, I'm alone-
Finding sorrow by millivolts,
Back to neurons and bone.
And I think of our moments then,
Never knowing your name-
Nothing's left in Pavlovia,
But the maze, and the game. . . .