Blind, blinking in a dark So black I see patterns of light There's a way to be found For a creature of the night
Soft leaves, scratches and stings The antenna of a snail I'm one of the nocturnal things Bringing Trouble to Paradise
There's a rattle in my bones And I do like the animals do I've got a rhythm of my own and it moves me the whole night through
Birds cry, eyes open wide Spiders heavy with their poison I've come from the wilder side Bringing Trouble to Paradise
You've got all your store-bought things Your diamond rings Clean and white Tell me, do you see the stars Between the bars of your cage? I'm coming with they key...