Blind, blinking in a dark
So black I see patterns of light
There's a way to be found
For a creature of the night

Soft leaves, scratches and stings
The antenna of a snail
I'm one of the nocturnal things
Bringing trouble to paradise

There's a rattle in my bones
And I do like the animals do
I've got a rhythm of my own
And it moves me the whole night through

Birds cry, eyes open wide
Spiders heavy with their poison
I've come from the wilder side
Bringing trouble to paradise

You've got all your store-bought things
Your diamond rings
Clean and white
Tell me, do you see the stars
Between the bars of your cage?
I'm coming with they key