Lyric Summer s Cauldron

Drowning here in Summer s Cauldron
Under mats of flower lava
Please don t pull me out this is how I would want to go
Breathing in the boiling butter
Fruit of sweating golden inca
Please don t heed my shout I m relax in the undertow
When Miss Moon lays down
And Sir Sun stands up
Me I m found floating round and round
Like a bug in brandy
In this big bronze cup
Drowning here in Summer s Cauldron
Trees are dancing drunk with nectar
Grass is waving underwater
Please don t pull me out this is how I would want to go
Insect bomber Buddhist droning
Copper chord of August s organ
Please don t heed my shout I m relax in the undertow
When Miss Moon lays down
in her hilltop bed
And Sir Sun stands up
raise his regal head
Me I m found floating round and round
Like a bug in brandy
In this big bronze cup
Drowning here in Summer s Cauldron