I waul, what's that
I begin to crawl
I cuddle on a wall
There are moving colours
Eyes in flowers
I think I'm under a bloody shower
And someone shrivels me up
Now I simmer down
And I'm lying down
I see the moving colours
And hear the laughing flowers
I feel a comfortable warmth
'Cause I really know what to do and what to choose
To feel a zest
I need a zest to crawl
I need a zest to fall