Standard (EADGBE)
She lays in the grass
Gathering Snails
She paints them with nail balms.
Pink's for the girls
Blue's for the boys
On two feet of string
she sits them orbiting
Her little Cosmos
Her little Cosmos
We made our way home
Through the wax and snow
Of arcadian car wash
Hands and sponges swished
So did our tongues twist
Across the fresh wilderness
That was our first kiss
In Our Little Cosmos
Our Little Cosmos
Down at the thrift shops
The dollar binned records
Paisley sun dresses; this cowboy booted angel
With her inconsolate black eyes
Spiral of style
She catches her old eye
Her little cosmos
Her little cosmos
Down there at the park
Instrumental
See the moths in the street lamps
See the snails tracing crop circles
With their shiny wet trails
These men in the moonlight
They say we saw the sollipsis
There in the dark of the night
In a deep anaestesia
The girl did not fight
For her little cosmos
For her little cosmos
For her little cosmos
Instrumental
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