You came across as a sort of question
Your eyes hoovering up digital stars
A monkey held a lemon in a cold black void
We were having some very square fun out there
The Leopard World was a sad world, but
When we looked through the musty windows at the sea
There was a big bright glint of April on the way
I feel strangely free in these unnatural rooms
This would be my home would it?
Could I walk through the walls? Could I be in your head?
I'd like to walk through the cold black void of your head
I'd like to if possible