In the early hours of the Whippoorwill
Fat pigeon sound asleep in the moon
Out in Humboldt Park
is all the needles gleaming
Your heart is full,
your heart is full of love for everything
You better fix your love on something
Before it starts to turn its
Gotta turn to something
Gotta turn to something
Ah...
Ah...
In the early hours of the whip
of will fat pigeons sound asleep
And the moon out in Humboldt Park
is all the needles gleaming
Your heart is full,
your heart is full of love for everything
Better fix your love on something
Before it starts to turn
It's gotta turn to something
Gotta turn to something
I, I
I love sand castles
I love white swans
I love gentleness, I love wet streets
I love steam rising up from
wet streets after it rains
I love stone gators in the Everglades
I love your damp hair
stuck to your shoulder blades
And I love Japanese hornets
being by the satellite
I love your pale skin and the TV light
Oh, oh, oh
I want to break something,
I want to break something
I just want to crush something,
don't you want to crush something?
You want to break something,
don't you?
With the hands God gave you,
I've seen you
Love is a feeling,
it's a real life feeling,
and the earth is spinning,
and it is also circling.
The bright sun, in all its glory,
we know these things to
be true.
It's a real life feeling,
and the earth is spinning,
and it is all so circling.
The bright sun, in all its glory
We know these things to be true
Oh, love is a feeling,
it's a real life feeling
And the earth is spinning,
and it is also circling
The bright sun in all its glory
We know these things to be true
Oh, my love is a feeling
It's a real -life feeling
And the earth is spinning
And it is also circling
The bright sun in all its glory
We know these things to be true