Blood, Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Serengeti]

You're not bloody swab paradise

You're golden stars licked to stick

A world with frogs and magic tricks

Floating logs and scissor kicks

And lemonade and sweaty sex

Hug me like I gave you cheques

You kiss me like the upper crust

Tell me things to make me blush

Champagne bottle, bon voyage

A souvenir garage

A melody to make me smile

Not that you've been gone a while (My life, my life)

A purple medal, eighth place

Backlit in a trophy case

Sign that says "For little Ace"

Supportive like an ankle brace

Not bloody cotton swabs and lies

Stolen cheques and empty eyes

You're a county fair in July

Canadian field of wild rye

You kiss me like potted plants

Bite me like fire ants

Touch me like an old stamp

Olive oil and seven lamps

Not stolen cash I'll pay you back

Bloody paradise attack

Your Sunday at the puppy track

Time to take the long way back

Sweet as the apple of Peru

The inklings of the Eastern Sioux

Not bloody cotton swabs and lies

Stolen cheques and empty eyes

But rather...

[Chorus: Sufjan Stevens, DM Stith & Serengeti]

You are the blood flowing through my fingers

That's what I meant to say

Blood in my fingertips

I couldn't tell you that any other way

All through the soil and up in those trees

You are the blood that I may see you

That I see you

You're the blood in me

You're on earth though

[Verse 2: Serengeti]

Girl you wake me to the smell of butter

Sunlight shone through wooden shutters

Naked sex and cuffed breast

Early morning back to test

Pouring rain and rubber suit

Cotton socks and rubber boots

I sprint across the parking lot

'Cause that day we were unprepared

Dried our socks and on the stairs

Sound of rain is rain in gutters

Lightning seven seconds thunder

A mild snack late evening hunger

DVDs and VCRs

Fish tanks and jelly jars

The storm passes the room ours

The summer times and you move

Safety belt in summer cars

Lightning bugs to die in jars

The air conditioner saving grace

Grass stains and flushed face

Refreshing like a glass of milk

Your shaven legs were like silk

You kiss me like a bon voyage

A secret souvenir collage

Overalls and water parks

T-tops and baby sharks

Dragon rolls and frozen juice

Making out in photo booths

A lovely Saturday night alone

Full of films and baking pies

Not cotton swabs and bloody lies

I'll pay you back in plastic eyes

[Chorus: Sufjan Stevens, DM Stith & Serengeti]

You are the blood flowing through my fingers

You are the blood in my fingertips

The soil up in those trees

Like electricity

Like sound, like lights

All through the soil in those trees

You are the word I shall write

You are solitude

You are electricity

You're light