She lives with an orange tree, the girl that does yoga

She picks the dead ones from the ground
When we come over
And she gives
I get
Without giving anything to me

Like a morning sun
Like a morning
Like a morning sun

Good good morning sun

The girl that does yoga
When we come over
The girl that does yoga

He lives in a little house
On the side of a little hill

Picks the litter from the ground
Litter little brother spills
He gives
I get
Without giving anything to me

And the dogs they run
And the dogs they
And the dogs they run

In the good good morning sun

Oh, and she's always dressed in white

She's like an angel, man
She burns my eyes

Oh, and she turns
She pulls a smile

We drive her round
And she drives us wild

Oh, and she moves like a little girl
I become a child, man,
She moves my world

And she gets splashed in rain
And turns away
and leaves me standing

She lives with an orange tree
The girl that does yoga
Got a wolf to keep her warm
When he comes over

She gives
He gets
Without giving anything to see

And the day it ends
And the day it
And the day it ends
And there's no need for me

-Damien Rice, 'Dogs'

Love, bluebirds and lemon drops xx