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