Besedila: Tribe After Tribe. Tabla Rosa.

You're a clever little man
full of fantasy
once a wild
one had to be
tied up he said

you're as fierce as a lion
as distant as a star
weeping and laughing
craddled by the scattered ciggarettes
tied up he said

if anyone asks you
you already have your wings
if anyone should ask you

you're living in a fantasy
you never understood what you could be
you're living in a wasteland
you never understood what you could see

don't break my world
don't break it
don't shake the world
don't break it

i'm not a candle
it's just the scattered ciggarettes i'm not a candle

i climb up on the roof
i climb up on to the roof
i climb up on to the roof
and dance with you

you're living in a fantasy
you never understood what you could see
you're living in a fantasy
you never understood what you could be

don't break the world
don't break it
don't break the world
don't break it
don't break the world

here is the land of the white hot sand
the devils bloom in the baboons hand

here is the land of hunger slashed
deep in the valley where the mamba lashed

here in the land of the white hot sand
the devils bloom in the baboons hand

here is the land where the lightning flashed
deep in the valley where the mamba lashed