Devendra Banhart - When the sun shone on Vetiver

When the sun shone on Vetiver
When the sun shone on Vetiver
When the sun shone down

Well they're silver and they're gold
Well they're silver and they're gold
Well they're silver and cold

And I'm longing for the land
And I'm longing for their land
For nature's forgiving hand

And we're drifting
And we're sailing
And we're drifting
And we're sailing
And we're drifting
Sailing Now the sun aligns you legs
And your lips and arms and breasts
And the moon pulls wet earth

And your branches crawl around my claws
Your branches crawl around my claws
And my leaves brush up against your arms

And we're dancing
And we're dancing
And we're dancing

In Thailand, my baby waits for me
In Graceland, my baby waits for me
In Spainland, my baby waits for me
In Ireland, my baby waits for me
In no lands, my baby waits for me
Wimpishly

I fall in love