Jungle Lounge

Sin the soulful room of sitting down and making sound Hear them chirping The trees are weeping gently The birds they soar up there so high Where you could only dream to rise one day Leaves a rustling The Thrush is scuffling The wind is gliding through the foliage There to block the light out Standing tall over others who need the sheen Footprints of the free to be whatever they want to be Welcome to the jungle lounge Tearing through the Earth the shaking Plates of fragile industry Dripping water It's falling further by The time it reaches the wretched ground The leaves are crushed beneath the sound The ground it feeds on agony Cradling the sunless gleam of Silver clouds that weep with me See the light show The sky is showing you the secrets Of blue and green Lighting up the suffocating black screen Welcome to the jungle lounge What you see is all its ever been Beneath the light show of empty dreams But it's oh so beautiful