i'm in the jungle of thoughts
dreams of roses and palm trees
crowded new york city streets
a strong woman on her knees
hum of birds and happy men
dragging tanned feet through the sand

denial of death gathers up
my little troubles in a cup
not willing to wake up, i wake up blind
and dream that you and i don't fall behind
as you melt into my hand
and i drag my burnt feet through the sand