He has a flowering spade nGrowing out of his chestnFull of magic and healingnShe is a flowering spade nAs she moves and she swaysnYou can see that she feels itnnShe's off to dance with the goat boysnHe's of to sail through your wide open oceannShe learned to sing from a sirennHe learned to swim from a drop in the waternnThere are words there are signsnClose your eyes there is magic inside you nHear this box in your mind nbuilding frames for to trace your desiresnnShe learned to cook from a sailornHe learned to cry in an elephant circusnShe found a recipe for flyingnHe's growing flowers to understand dyingnnRejoice nHmmm...nOh ma na na...nnOh ohnRejoicenOh ma na na...nnOh ohnOh ma na na...nnOh ohnRejoicenThere's no such thing as dyingnnOh ohnRejoicenDoes anyone feel like flyingnnOh ohnOh ma na na...nnOh ohnOh ma na na...nnOoo...