Lyrics Camper Van Beethoven

Camper Van Beethoven

Porpoise Mouth

The white ducks fly

All past the sun

Their wings flap silver at the moon

While waters rush down the mountaintops

My [?] plays circus tunes

I dance to the wonders of your feet

And I sing to the joy of your knees

The cold white dress on the mountain crest

[?] the frozen tree

The maple-[?] in the sky

It seems to kiss the wind

While scores of glittering [?] [?]

I whistle symphonies of your face

And laugh

For your hair is so fine

In startled reeds

Of playground grass

A child jumps rope to [?]

Reeds and grass

The marching drum

They make a joyous sound

She bends low with lust and love

And falls [?] on the ground

I hunger for your porpoise mouth

And stand erect for love

The sun burns up the winter sky

And all the Earth is love