I was running
From imaginary vampire bats
I was shrieking at the moon
While Montezuma laughed

Oh
Astral blues,
And reds, and greens, and golds
I hope
That I die
When I'm a hundred years old

Looking like a new yorker cartoon
Sleeping in a golden cacoon
With you

I was making love
To my sister from another life
I was stitching the seams
Of my open dreams
With a needle from a camels eye

If I could give myself some advice
I'd go out of my mind right now
I stay here with my baby
Forever in the here and now

Looking like a new yorker cartoon
Sleeping in a golden cocoon
With you,
With you

I was returning my saroo
To the lieutenant
Paper back
And my best friend from a day
Let me up
So I could take a drag

My sister's from the flame
Threw a shut into the fire
An ancient child prodigy
A genius who inspires

Looking like a new yorker cartoon
Sleeping in a golden cocoon
With you,
With you,
With you