Smog - Spring lyrics

The wind is pushing the clouds along Out of sight A power is putting them away A power that moves things neurotically Like a widow with a rosary And everything is aweing and tired of praise And mountains don't need my accolades And spring looks bad lately anyway Like d**h warmed over And the bantam is preening madly waiting for the light of day And all I want to do is to make love to you With a careless, careless mind With a careless, careless mind Who cares what's mine? With a careless, careless mind We call it spring though things are dying Connected to the land like a severed hand And I see our house on a hill on a clear blue morning When I am out walking My eyes are still forming the door I walk through And I see, the true spring is in you The true spring is in you My wide worlds collide And mind wide words collide And seasons collide Oh scoping And all I want to do All I want to do is to make love to you in the fertile dirt In the fertile dirt With a careless mind With a careless, careless, careless mind