Summer's Cauldron

[00:39.65] Drowning here in summer's cauldron under mats of flower lava
[00:49.96] Please don't pull me out, this is how I would want to go
[00:58.82] Breathing in the boiling butter, fruit of sweating golden Inca
[01:09.29] Please don't heed my shout, I'm relaxing the undertow
[01:19.23] When Miss Moon lays down and Sir Sun stands up
[01:28.45] Me, I'm found floating round and round
[01:32.34] Like a bug in brandy in this big bronze cup
[01:37.88] Drowning here in summer's cauldron
[01:54.93] Trees are dancing drunk with nectar, grass is waving underwater
[02:05.12] Please don't pull me out, this is how I would want to go
[02:13.94] Insect bomber Buddhist droning, copper chord of August's organ
[02:24.60] Please don't heed my shout, I'm relaxing the undertow
[02:34.48] When Miss Moon lays down
[02:36.87] (In her hilltop bed)
[02:39.32] And Sir Sun stands up
[02:41.13] (Raise his regal head)
[02:43.92] Me, I'm found floating round and round
[02:47.71] Like a bug in brandy in this big bronze cup
[02:53.19] Drowning here in summer's cauldron
[03:00.51] Drowning here in summer's cauldron
[03:05.33] Drowning here in summer's cauldron
[03:10.17] Drowning here in summer's cauldron
[03:15.05] Drowning here in summer's cauldron
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