She's lazy very lazy her laziness is crazy
Mystic and dreamy it's all kind of hazy
She thinks she has meaning

Imagine the feeling when she falls
Black crows in meadows
Even the wind knows even and steady


Picture an evening soaking a stream
Worn at the hinges silent in scream

Loud as a yellow shy as a fool
Lifting her head to the scent of the moon


Haystacks and hedges involving the sun
Roll and are dancing loving being one
Together forever or as long as it is

The flowers keep upright in the weathering winds
Black crows in meadows
Even the wind knows even and steady


There are years when I think of nothing but me
When chasing myself is a scream

My life is a notion
A twisted emotion that kills me


She's lazy very lazy her laziness is crazy...