Текст песни Spoons

A little pulse of sound reminds me of you A feedback whistle and a squiggle kazoo I'd ride my bike round to your house but I haven't got one The batteries in all my robots may fade But you recharge me with your timeless gaze Let's go out to the park, I think there's a park around here somewhere Rhyme and reason don't serve me well but I serve you with my head and my hands and hark! I spy a bond made organically The little fish they jump in three rows of two The owls and butterflies come out in pursuit The breathless fox who just escaped all the grumbloid hunters You fill my notebooks and my sketchbooks and files And all the dictaphone accounts of your smiles I'm scared to show you them in case you might laugh my head off, a ha Rhyme and reason don't serve me well but I serve you with my arms and my legs And your eruditenesssss simply puts me to spoons Your eruditenesssss simply puts me to spoons