Summer's Cauldron Lyrics

Drowning here in summers cauldron under mats of flower lava
Please dont pull me out, this is how I would want to go
Breathing in the boiling butter, fruit of sweating golden Inca
Please dont heed my shout, Im relaxing the undertowWhen Miss Moon lays down and Sir Sun stands up
Me, Im found floating round and round
Like a bug in brandy in this big bronze cup
Drowning here in summers cauldronTrees are dancing drunk with nectar, grass is waving underwater
Please dont pull me out, this is how I would want to go
Insect bomber Buddhist droning, copper chord of Augusts organ
Please dont heed my shout, Im relaxing the undertowWhen Miss Moon lays down
(In her hilltop bed)
And Sir Sun stands up
(Raise his regal head)
Me, Im found floating round and round
Like a bug in brandy in this big bronze cup
Drowning here in summers cauldronDrowning here in summers cauldron
Drowning here in summers cauldron
Drowning here in summers cauldron

Drowning here in summers cauldron