It's hot in the sun
and the pavement burns right through
to the soles
But where else can we go
that's a home just for us?
Walk to my friend's
and it's minutes of silence
and of cold
But the moment we enter
we leave it behind
There is a certain appeal
An unexpected ideal
The cast of the evening light
Like purple laid onto white
There's still a certain appeal
An unexpected ideal
High and away
All the little ones hide up
in their holes
But we try to imagine
a world for us all
Pour in the earth
And indulge in the flavours
of the core
And the landscape of animal...