A Globe of Frogs

And when she feeds the flowers

Up they rise their pretty little heads

And when she waters them

They glow and smirk and smile in their beds

And in a globe of frogs, they're making love and looking on

And in a globe of frogs, they're making love and moving on



And when she walks across the floorboards

How they creak and ooze and moan (I want you)

And when she walks across the floorboards

They're so glad she's on her own

And in a globe of frogs, we lie on sack and moving on?

And in a globe of frogs, we lie on dark and saying



"Mrs. Watson, all your children have been certified insane,

And I want you."



And when the night comes down

The houses close their doors and dream of her

Their shuttered eyes are closed

Inside their curtains wrap around her form

And in a globe of frogs, we're linking tongues and moving on

And in a globe of frogs, you know what's right, you know it



"Mrs. Watson, you've been certified as good as gold,

And I want you

Yeah, I want you."



Ain't you never seen a disembodied soul before?

Ain't you never seen a soul seeking incarnation in formation?



And when she feeds the fish

They flip and jerk and wriggle in the pond (I want you)

And when she hands them things

They all perk up and nibble on her thumb

And in a globe of frogs, the moth unfurls its moistened wings

And in a globe of frogs, a soul appears, the word made flesh