You Don't Listen to Nostradamus

From the dance floor
You give me an indication
Of your need to catch the rhythm,
To get up close to your temptations.
My head is in the moon
My feet are on the moor
But your spirit is flooding the room
And I can't make it to the door.

You don't listen to Nostradamus
The birds teach you what's relevant
You count up the pluses
Bundled up and abundant.

Your garden grows outside
You heal yourself with green
You draw out dreams from the earth you dig,
You garden what you redeem.
My antenna's up when you're around
It's my power line
It picks up what you release
I can feel it up my spine.

You don't listen to Nostradamus
The birds teach you what's relevant
You count up the pluses
Bundled up and abundant.

Its' true what you tell me
But I've always believed you should look before you leap.
But then again there's many a broken heart
that learned neither to wake up nor to weep.
What I don't know
expands like the universe.
What makes sense,
is any love to disburse.

You don't listen to Nostradamus
The birds teach you what's relevant
You count up the pluses
Bundled up and abundant.