Mouthful of Flowers

Slow she goes has a mouthful of flowers
I said miss if you've got wings then you've got teeth, too
And from her heart, it does start and it will sing
Even God has found happiness in this hell
And she can't figure out which day it is today
Blames her good mood on one more cloudless afternoon

Up and down
Up, up and down
Up and down
Up, up and down