Folly I was falling I was taller than I wanted to be Hollow, swallowed I was following You were faster than a gelding In my mind you're a crow, a spirit animal I am won't to know But I don't want to be responsible Molding I was folding Your clothing in some kind of dream Loving I was hovering I was flipping, fleeting, doving In my dreams you're a bathtub running You are warm and tender And bubbling Oh, you are cold and bristling and struggling