Teeth lined up in perfect rows

There are things that I've seen in my head while I'm sleeping in bed

They do not wither in the morning light

I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the dry grass and the shadows

Thinking I'd like to look at your teeth lined up in perfect rows

A maze of children feeding orchard trees

Where the flat lands stretch inside your mouth

And when you laugh all the star-thistles stumble out

The flat lands stretch inside your mouth

And when you laugh all the star-thistles stumble out

(I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the dry grass and the shadows)