You try and you try and you try to get away

But hatred's wrapped like a tentacle round your leg

It drags you deeper down the cave

You try and you try and you try to get away

When all the colors run together

Surround yourself with golden hearts

The devil's cheek is next to your when you look down

The devil's teeth are in your heart

You try and you try and you try to get away

But hatred's wrapped like a tentacle round your leg

And it drags and it drags and it drags you deeper down the cave

You try and you try and you try to get away

A sadness hanging grey like a mist beside the bed

A milky blue hand in the first light of day

You count one dream about the ballerina and

You count one dream about the ballerina's bouquet

You try and you try and you try to get away

But hatred's wrapped like a tentacle round your leg

It drags you deeper and deeper down the cave

You try and try and you try to get away

And the raindrops run into rivers down the hill

And the monster grows yet another pair of legs saying

This one's for the dancer and this one's for the dancer's bouquet

This one's for the dancer and this one's for the dancer's bouquet