Prospect Hummer

(альбом: Prospect Hummer - 2005)

It's quiet on my floor
Except for the gospel ladies
Just the smell of some wicked candles
Makes me think into the road ascending
They wear light-rimmed hats and joyful smiles
Who loved to run up the street branch
And in the middle it's a puddle of water
Wind of faithful voices

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa

Your cat is a friendly brother
Who'd offer his heart with allegiance
And if he could talk we'd be best friends
The only friend he has is his food bowl
And he bites away at your book hand
For the commendable attention you give him
And you cuddle for a half an hour
Until he dreams about his food bowl

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa

I'll leave you in my heart
Six or seven later
I'm still very very happy
I'm still writing songs
I can't play out
But my heaven is all around me
And there's Zulu in my body
Have I eaten all the very good dates now?
Is our night worth contemplating?