XTC — Summers Cauldron

[Verse 1] Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron Under mats of flower lava Please don't pull me out This is how I would want to go Breathing in the boiling butter Fruit of sweating golden inca Please don't heed my shout I'm relaxing the undertow [Chorus] When Miss Moon lays down And Sir Sun stands up Me, I'm found floating round and round Like a bug in brandy In this big bronze cup Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron Eh! [Verse 2] Trees are dancing drunk with nectar Grass is waving underwater Please don't pull me out This is how I would want to go Insect bomber Buddhist droning Copper chord of August's organ Please don't heed my shout I'm relaxing the undertow [Chorus] When Miss Moon lays down (in her hilltop bed) And Sir Sun stands up (raise his regal head) Me I'm found floating round and round Like a bug in brandy In this big bronze cup Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron