| And it feels so good, in the golden wood |
| The most hideous face, wouldn’t make me erase |
| And it feels so loose, like a long neck goose |
| And my head is so proud, sinking into the clouds |
| Cause I know what it’s like, om the blackest night |
| When you get too close, to the leopard’s ghost |
| And I think that he’s been watching over me |
| And it looks alright, through the falcon’s eyes |
| The most awful dream, wouldn’t make me scream |
| Don’t need to hide, on the plastic ride |
| And I still feel loose, you can drink my juice |
| Just swallow me up, if you’re feeling loved |
| Don’t get too near, to the leopard’s ear |
| Cause I think that he’s been shouting after you |
| Purple flashes in the trees |
| I sleep between the leopard’s teeth, at night… |
| It’s alright. |
| It’s a natural thing, when I unfurl my wings |
| And I feel a joy, of the loudest noise |
| Lifts me up in the trees, and I’ll never leave |
| When the trees all die, I will remain up high |
| Cause I know what it’s like, on the blackest night |
| Don’t get too close, to the leopard’s ghost |
| And I think that he’s been watching over me |
| Purple flashes in the trees |
| I sleep between the leopard’s teeth, at night… |
| It’s alright. |