BERGAMOT IS A SMALL SPINY TREE
THE RIND OF ITS FRUIT YIELDS AN OIL
THAT FLAVORS EARL GREY TEA

SIMPLE SOUR PEAR SHAPED FRUIT
REVEALS A LUXURY
OH YOU COULD GIVE THAT PRECIOUS GIFT TO ME

STEAMY FRAGRANCE CURLS INTO THE AIR
CARESSING ME LIKE SILKY THINGS I WEAR
A TINY DROP OF OIL
ADDS SO MUCH TO MY PLAIN DRINK
YOU COULD BE MY BERGAMOT I THINK

COME A LITTLE CLOSER LET ME DRINK MY FILL
LET ME BREATHE YOU INTO MY HEART
I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND THE MAGIC THAT YOU WIELD
EVEN WHEN WE’RE APART

WILD NICOTIANA BLOOMS AT NIGHT
SWEET INTOXICATION IN THE BLACK STARLIGHT
HEADY BLOSSOMS
EBB AND FLO IN POTENT POWER
YOU COULD BE MY NICOTIANA FLOWER

BRINY WATER SPRAYS UP FROM THE WAVES
ON OCEAN BREEZES; CLINGS TO WALLS IN SHORELINE CAVES
EVERYTHING IT TOUCHES BECOMES OCEAN KISSED
YOU COULD BE MY ANCIENT SALTY MIST