Pavlov's daughter woke up in the morning
Heard the bell ring
And something deep inside of her made her want to salivate
So she lay there drooling on her pillow
So she lay there, the sun skimming her skin,
and drooling on her pillow
Pavlov's daughter
And it was far away and hazy like a dream
not a dream, but the ocean,
not the ocean, but forever...
(yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
and I still can't hear
whadya think I was an amateur
playin' with my temperature?.. )