Clover Lyrics

Lay me in clover, and over my head pull a sheet
Made of mirror, so I can see myself
and leave me for a long time
Do not disturb my rest
for ages and ages, for I am tired and I
need some relaxing, my mind is cluttered
with the days and the night time

My bread is buttered on both sides
of the story there is the running joke
of who was the loved one, who took
his life to end the peace and contentment
we all expect to have

In time and tradition, the common fear
is that we, we, we, we...

Lay me in aspic;
preserve, elasticize the way I resemble
a lot of other fools who reach for
their anger, and never say a word
and learn in their own way
that what we are is not so good