Foxglove

Tell me, truly, what is your dream?
Tell me, truly, is it the city life?

And I'll take a foxglove
And I'll twirl it all around
And I'll feel next to you
On the fairground, oh

Daydream dies slow
Daydream dies slow

We grow tired over the day
We grow tired over and overthinking

And I'll take a foxglove
And I'll twirl it all around
And I'll feel next to you
On the fairground, oh

Daydream dies slow
Daydream dies slow, oh
Daydream dies slow, dies slow
Dies slow, dies slow