You’re filling up my daydreams
You’re a spiritual salve
I’m dizzy, you’re intoxicating
When i see you I hear bells
So I climb into the attic
Pull the sheet off of the canvas
To paint a picture of your essence
A bundle of hyacinths

This lighthouse needs a keeper
It goes searching in the night
I saw you grinning from the top sail
Letting the waves act as your guide
You met me at the staircase
With a pink ribbon in your hair
Then I led you to the ballroom and we danced like
We’d been practicing for years

You’re a wedding ceremony
Something timeless made of lace
Your music-box heart’s always winding
Ringing a smile across your face
So I climb into the attic
Pull the sheet off of the canvas
To paint a picture of your essence
A bundle of hyacinths
A bundle of hyacinths (a bundle of hyacinths)
A bundle of hyacinths (a bundle of hyacinths)
A bundle of hyacinths (bundle of hyacinths)
A bundle of hyacinths