Deep in the Jungle, when I return, when I finish work, deep in the jungle, where everyone knows that soot is white; deep in the jungle they drink as they do- it's the only way to get your head around anything, where you just have to drop a match and the world will go up in flames.
When the night was a little girl, and every day was an ocean wave, plates didn't fly in through the window, and I was never short of things to say, I said stop; this is my body, my head and all it contains, as long as I live, I want to see the world- you could never read all about it. In the jungle.
I want to see a doctor with medicine in his clean hand, or a priest who speaks the same as me, I want to the sky- the real sky (this is but a little piece of it). I'm coming back here, there's a place to take off, because there's somewhere to fall. In the jungle.
The grass is always greener on the other side, if there's a prison here. as Maxim Gorky said to Cleopatra as they were losing their mind: "if you want to save your sphinxes, drive them into our barn. We both know that in life you should turn on a little light if it's dark." In the jungle.
There's no need to call me from a seaside telephone box. There's no point in writing me letters- The thief tears them up. He doesn't care for words, but thievery is in his blood, while we are writing in currency symbols, why mention love. In the Jungle
Deep in the Jungle, when I return, when I finish work, deep in the jungle, where everyone knows that soot is white; deep in the jungle they drink as they do- it's the only way to get your head around anything, where you just have to drop a match and the world will go up in flames.