A lyrical performance about solitude and unrequited love, centered on a small lemon tree in a morning room. The speaker wanders restlessly, turning their head up and down, repeating phrases like "wander, wander, wander" and "Feather level 3" to capture emotional turbulence and yearning.
Everything here in the morning room— dum-dum-da-da da! Waving all around at 7 o'clock taking down my wardrobe into heaven I wonder... I turned my home in my heart, then you were there. I tried for us, but that's the thing, my right love, you. I felt alone, I waited for you, but no one happened. I wonder, I wonder how, I wonder why, that the bed comes out of the blue sky. And all that I can see is a little lemon tree. I turn my head up and down, I crank her car, not park her now. And all that I can see is a little I go one loop around, turn the head up, the head to the floor, then the head to the top, up, forward, and all the way to the feet. Feather level 3. I turn the head up and down, I turn, turn, turn, turn, turn around, and all the way to the feet. Feather level 3. And I wander, wander, wander around, wander, wander around,
