No doubt I'm changing into a better pair of cherry
And it's time I feel good for love, love
I am aching green pea motion, I am feeling strained emotion
This time I'll stomp in each direction
Scream and shout for I don't know what about
March in my dreams, march up there with me
Sand peel the trees, smoke thee and see me
Someday no growing, my stopwatch gold yet never running
Do you really feel good for love, love?
I'm seeing teeth-hip notion, have I bathed in pure emotion?
Is there time, reverse this sick direction
Scream and shout for what we can't know about
March in my dreams, march up there with me
Sand peel the trees, smoke thee and see