(verse)
She's a cork floating on the ocean
Went astray and she found herself out there
Can't break the yoke around her neck
Can't take the burning smell of hair
(chorus)
We could die
When the wheat has turned to barley
That's a lie
You just made that up to please me
Can't deny that the music won't release me
This is why I never feel sorry
(verse)
She's a cork floating on the ocean
Went astray and she found herself out there
Can't break the yoke around her neck
Can't take the burning smell of hair
(chorus)
I could die and I'd never even know it
In the violet, I'd visit for an instant
(instrumental)
(chorus)
I could die and I'd never even know it
In the violet, I'd visit for an instant
(verse)
She's a cork floating on the ocean
Went astray and she found herself out there
Can't break the yoke around her neck
Can't take the burning smell of hair