The peacocks living in a pen at the eaves like PhDs As they prepare their knowledge, the peacocks sing a dreamy, chirping song
I don’t know the password to get to him I leaned my head on the front of the old machine
The bright red beaker The liquid and muddler being left behind My love is at boiling point Dancing in the cloudy steam
Try not to abandon me Get a bit closer to me I can’t be the person you love But I want to be touched by you forever I want to kiss that mouth They peck at the ground with their sharp beaks, whining
The peacocks living in a pen at the eaves like PhDs They’re humming as usual today, spreading out their rainbow wings
Your yellowed clothes Your slightly greying hair Your occasional sighs Who do you want to give that to?
I want to let a breeze blow Onto your furrowed brow Because I can’t be the person you love I want to call your name I want to keep looking at you until the end Their rainbow wings get tired of waiting and go see-through in places
Like a fireplace quietly warming The evenings alone and the rainy afternoons I’ll quietly stand watch over you I want you to open your closed door
Try not to abandon me Get a bit closer to me I can’t be the person you love But I want to be touched by you forever I want to kiss that mouth They peck at the ground with their sharp beaks, whining