Brazilian Iris

(Verse 1)
Perfect eyes and peasant feet
Brazilian iris, with petals
Dark and sweet
New apostles, perennial and young
Like a new religion, like fire on my tongue

(Verse 2)
I’ll take a drink and hope
I never have to drive again
Like morning glories, this story
Is glorious again
So glorious again

(Verse 3)
Analyze what isn't there:
Ask, is it envy?
Is it perfectly cut hair?
New receptors, new pollen to inhale
Tastе the liquor and tell the swallowtail

(Vеrse 4)
I’ll take a drink and hope
I never have to drive again
Like morning glories, this story
Is glorious again
So glorious again

(Verse 5)
Bright Red Canna calling
Just a slip of tongue
Your wildflower’s haunting
Every song I've sung
Cold Lake George in summer
Forgive my awful pride
Your wildflower’s haunting
Everywhere I drive

(Verse 6)
I’ll take a drink and hope
I never have to drive again
Like morning glories, this story
Is glorious again
So glorious again