Spoon (Early Years version)

She''s haunting cause I''ve been calling her names

Since I let her in things will never be the same

She turned my stomach inside out, turned blacks to blues

But in a different time it could have been true



In the vegetation of ideas

Things turn out exactly the way

I want them to be



Now I remember things I never said

It came to me while someone shaved my head

Beyond ill houses and the weaker green

Above the cloud blouses and the ocean's dream



In the vegetation of what''s real

Things don''t turn out quite the way

I want them to be