spring comes.  can i get a taste of dew?
everything's fresh but i'm ending.
ground bursts into tree bursts into bloom.
still the ice lies thick around my head
and she has a taste for you.

so yes, her eyes are gold
her hair a dark sparkle
and yes, she will glow for you
and yes, i am cold

so the sun comes
and the moon comes
but the creamy light of spring
follows wherever you go
and i find solace in the lonely chill
that bites at night
even slugs leave a silver trail

your warmth could banish my shivers
but she has a taste for you
your wild honey and clover
and her smile flows like three rivers
and when everything comes new
i want a taste of dew
i want to drink in spring in you
everything's fresh but i'm ending
the last bird to the flower 
doesn't get a drop
it's a fast and furious race to the top
and she has a taste for you
yes, she has a taste for you