Powder Junkie - Jealous Of The Birds

And you’re so fresh with your pale dark bliss

Those blackjack eyes and tambourine hips

Walked right out of an acid trip

Got a corkscrew mind

And the sweetest grip

Take me to the gig where the music’s loud

And you can feel the electricity in the crowd

Oriental lillies blooming in my head

With all the little nothings that I could have said

Powder junkie, spider monkey, swim in the sea

Crushed like a grape under possibility

You’re so fresh with your pale dark bliss

Those blackjack eyes and tambourine hips