And when she feeds the flowers up they rise their pretty little heads
And when she waters them they glow and smirk and smile in their beds
And in a globe of frogs, they're making love and looking on
And in a globe of frogs, they're making love and moving on
And when she walks across the floorboards
How they creak and ooze and moan (I want you)
And when she walks across the
Floorboards they're so glad she's on her own
And in a globe of frogs, we lie on sack and moving on
And in a globe of frogs, we lie on dark and saying
"Mrs. Watson, all your children have been certified insane
And I want you."
And when the night comes down the
Houses close their doors and dream of her
Their shuttered eyes are closed
Inside their curtains wrap around her form
And in a globe of frogs, we're linking tongues and moving on
And in a globe of frogs, you know what's right, you know it
"Mrs. Watson, you've been certified as good as gold
And I want you
Yeah, I want you."
Ain't you never seen a disembodied soul before?
Ain't you never seen a soul seeking incarnation?
Information?
And when she feeds the fish they flip and jerk and wriggle in the pond
(I want you) And when she hands them
Things they all perk up and nibble on her thumb
And in a globe of frogs, the moth unfurls its moistened wings
And in a globe of frogs, a soul appears, the word made flesh.
End