Strumming my guitar
I get a strange and fleeting feeling
I may exist, upon this earth
For some reason
I may exist, or I may not
I've not decided
Am I the tea, or just the pot?
Am I divided?
Floating in space, I levitate
Like sheets of paper
I hold my breath, and let out
Perfumed water vapor
I hold my breath and count to ten
Over and over
I am the space between the words
Crimson and clover
Crimson and clover...
I am a guitar string
I am the verse of the song
Maybe it's this one that I'm singing right now
Yeah, I think this is it
I shouldn't waste my breath I guess
I've just got one thing to say.
I've just got, one thing, one thing, one thing to say
I've just got one thing to say
I've just got one thing, I've just got one thing
I've just one thing to say, I've just got one thing
I want to love myself, and I want to love you