Lavender, cinnamon, sweet grass, spring:
I want you like that, like everything.

The water, you say listen when it hits the rocks.
I want you like that, when you say in spring
you could float away like a blossom on a wave.

I would go, you know, it's not far out
to the Channel Islands, still not too many miles.
(Don't talk like that, don't talk like that.)

Lavender and cinnamon, lavender and cinnamon.
I like the sound of that, the sound of the water
before it hits the rocks--anticipation is everything.

I could lay you down on the sweet grass
and near the water, so near the waves,
rub you with lavender and cinnamon;
that's all it takes.