Tiki 4

She holds court, queen of all the mountainsSnow leopards hide amongst her hills,The bong billows clouds up to the ceilingFresh stars day-glo in the night.Mai-Tais at the bar, she only sees charlie at weekends,The cocktail monkeys are climbing, a tower is chiming, faraway.Micha is smiling back in Tiki 4Back in Tiki 4.One eye is all that is needed to be king of all he surveys,Grandmaster, apprentice of architectsDesign curves where others leave trailsIt’s freaking you out as you search for the lock on the doorPillars of smoke are guiding you back to the floorBack to Tiki 4Tiki 4Tiki 4And the darkness zips up the city like a body bagThe good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day aheadMeanwhile we’re back in Tiki 4.Tiki 4Tiki 4Back in Tiki 4Renee is curled up on the sofaJudy scratches away at her scarsLoud lines that were only a whisperToo weak for the angels to hearBut she’s proud, she got the respect of her motherShe didn’t waver, straight down the lines and out of sightJudy woke up in Tiki 4Back in Tiki 4And the darkness zips up the city just like a body bagThe good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day aheadMeanwhile we’re back in Tiki 4.Tiki 4Back in Tiki 4Writing graffiti on the moonGraffiti on the moonWriting graffiti on the moon