Oh, I like those seeds in youYou smell like a fresh, falling flowerThat got itself burned by the sunWhile I was waitingWhile I was waitingSometimes I get this feeling deep insideIt's like I'm up in a gum treeUp in a gum treeI don't want to get burned by the sunThe rays are fluorescentI am a washing machineI keep on breathingI keep on breathingSometimes I get this feeling deep insideIt's like I'm up in a gum treeUp in a gum treeI can feel your dropsCircling around meI can feel your dropsCircling around meOh, I like those seeds in youYou smell like a fresh, falling flowerThat got itself burned by the sunWhile I was waitingWhile I was waitingWhile I was waitingWhile I was waitingWhile I was waiting