Well is the feeling still there,
shut it out
Is it running, running, running through your hair?

and you always liked your tori with your wine,
thats fine by me
and ill raise my glass to celebrate opportunity,
but the swallow whispered to me sweetly in my ear,
that the lemons tasted sour after eating three.

But the white rabbit chased me down into a well,
the brambles hurt my back as i tumbled when i feel,
but at least you know im here,
set up to find me, and i could wish you well,
but otherwise you're well, when the lemons get too sour,
ask Mr Zebra and she'll tell you where to find me.

Well Let the feeling pass,
and roll amoung the grass,
it frolicks all alone,
the mischeif sell this tone,

and you always liked your tori with your wine,
thats fine by me
and ill raise my glass to celebrate opportunity,
but the swallow whispered to me sweetly in my ear,
that the lemons tasted sour after eating three.

If you cant read the sign you need glasses on the line,
just get your coat and keep yourself warm,
catch your breath before it fogs,
you can borrow my galoshes then ill have none,
my socks will keep me warm, as long as i know your fine,
then we can talk about it.

But the white rabbit chased me down into a well,
the brambles hurt my back as i tumbled when i feel,
but at least you know im here,
set up to find me, and i could wish you well,
but otherwise your well, when the lemons get too sour,
ask Mr Zebra and she'll tell you where to find me.

and she'll say, you wanna talk about it
and she'll say, you wanna talk about it
and she'll say, you wanna talk about it
and she'll say, you wanna talk about it
you wanna talk about it, cause i always got time