I waul, what's that I begin to crawl I cuddle on a wall There are moving colours Eyes in flowers I think I'm under a bloody shower And someone shrivels me up Now I simmer down And I'm lying down I see the moving colours And hear the laughing flowers I feel a comfortable warmth 'Cause I really know what to do and what to choose To feel a zest I need a zest to crawl I need a zest to fall