Fungal City

Fungal city subterranean Curve the forest floor We walk on this sunken mystery Trunks bursting through the moss from Should I soften the blow of life on him? Cotton wool cocoon him? His capacity for love is enormous (yeah) His vibrant optimism happens to be my faith too, too, too His body calligraphs the space above my bed Horizontal signature on my skin (I'm in rapture, I'm in rapture) I'm in rapture, ooh (I'm in rapture, I'm in rapture) Perfumed velvet darkness Should I soften the blow of life on him? Should I soften the blow of life on him? Cotton wool cocoon him? His capacity for love is enormous (yeah) His celebrational intelligence is ridiculous His capacity for love (is enormous) it encourages me to have Capacity for love is enormous, yeah, yeah This vitality repolarises me My north-south shifts to east-west Capacity for love For love, for love, for love Capacity for love Capacity for love (love, for love, capacity for love) Capacity for love (capacity for love, love, for love) (Capacity) (capacity for, my love) Capacity for love (my love) Capacity for a love Oh, love