Sweet Animal Games

Every spring
When the lightning returns
I trace your hills
And drink the thrilling air
And I always think
Of the wet tender ferns

Sweet animal games
Sweet animal games

The room goes white
And then all is black
And when we spoke
It wasn't with our tongues
And in the rut
You were what I lacked

Sweet animal games
Sweet animal games

And I won't apologize
No, I won't apologize
No, I won't apologize
’Cause those were the days

Of sweet animal games
Sweet animal games

Sweet animal games

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