Me, I’m found floating round and round
Trees are dancing drunk with nectar, grass is waving underwater
Insect bomber Buddhist droning, copper chord of August’s organ
Breathing in the boiling butter, fruit of sweating golden Inca
Like a bug in brandy in this big bronze cup
Drowning here in summer’s cauldron
And Sir Sun stands up
(In her hilltop bed)
Please don’t pull me out, this is how I would want to go
Drowning here in summer’s cauldron
Please don’t heed my shout, I’m relaxing the undertow
Drowning here in summer’s cauldron
Drowning here in summer’s cauldron
(Raise his regal head)
Please don’t heed my shout, I’m relaxing the undertow
Like a bug in brandy in this big bronze cup
When Miss Moon lays down
Drowning here in summer’s cauldron
When Miss Moon lays down and Sir Sun stands up
Me, I’m found floating round and round
