Mary Agnes - Lid

Mary Agnes made me space cakes one day

Anticipation is all you can taste

Feeling creepy sensations of the skin

The ceremony is about to begin

And I’m so obliged, for making it clear to me Now in vain I do purpose today

The uplifting of my frigid lid

What’s the pleasure of this ecstasy

The beauty of the earth and the painted sky

And I’m so obliged, for making it clear to me I can hear

The grass grow

I can hear the grass grow