Before the mixing of the ingredients,
Give it time to culture, let it grow, take it slow.
Shower gifts, go bask in this radiance,
And indulge in love and shelter. Let it grow, take it slow down these roads...
And I'll get back to you some day.
Waking up late on Sundays, lying here like spoons,
From morning into the afternoon.
Then it's back to work on Monday, we're putting in our dues,
We're taking it slow down these roads, and you know...
That I'll get back to you someday,
And you know that someday soon,
We'll find a way
To make that change.
But for now the world's on hold.
Let's take it all in and do it our own way.
Under the camphor tree.
