Towards the back
end of the spring
I begin waking up again
I rock the sleep out on my eyes
Sitting on my chair
and stuffing acorns in my cheeks
I'm waking up and everything looks
so sadly familiar to me
I'm a funny little thing
Always trying to hide my feelings,
I keep falling asleep
And I'm always surprised by seasons,
and I watch as the spring
Suddenly turns into summer,
while I sit lazily
Stripping back off a honeysuckle
I have to crawl away and hide
So I can be myself sometimes
Cos I'm not like all the other moths
I guess I just get tired of
everything so easily
And so it is, hibernate in winter
And wake up in the spring
I've been fattening up
On hazelnuts and strawberries
An d I'm packing my stuff
I've been putting it into storage
And I've emptied the fridge
An d defrosted the
freezer compartment
I've unplugged the TV
An d I've changed into my pyjamas
I'm a funny little thing
Always trying to hide my feelings
I keep falling asleep
And I'm always surprised by the seasons
And I watch as the spring
Suddenly turns into summer
While I sit lazily
Stripping back off a honeysuckle
Towards the back end of the spring.