I see a creature dancing Don't know what you are So far away, so beautiful to me Handsome lady, blushing sailor With the soft, supple stubble of a bubble maker In a sea of pansies, you're the scent That tempts the world with your sweet indifference Patchouli And I know that you are used to something different And I wish it made a difference to me Please place the thimble on my finger It longs to wrap around you But I know another thread is going to linger Climb the stairs to prick the spindle's stinger And fall into a dream where things are never what they seem to be Patchouli And I know that you are used to something different But in this moment something is different This mushroom fades away too soon Could I ever lift the veil to kiss my bridegroom Or ask you to dream of me Dreaming high