Foxglove

Tell me truly, what is your dream?
Tell me truly, is it the city life?
When I take a foxglove
And I twirl it all around
And I feel next to you
On the fair ground
Daydream die slow
Daydream die slow
We grow tired over the days
We grow tired over and overthinking
When I take a foxglove
And I twirl it all around
And I feel next to you
On the bare ground
Daydream die slow
Daydream die slow
Daydream die slow
Die slow
Die slow
Die slow