Please don't scare me I think I'm gonna be sick

Spun circles round the ring of stars, push through

Your old friend’s  lolly mouth her sticky face and open arms (Head tilt back)

Driven deep into the damp Thick with the snails and reeds and a thousand twinkling moon Shards (chest thumping)

Crawling through / What’d you give me?

They close their arms around the trees and the trees enclose them (Swallowed)

and Mum and Dad would be proud

To see me becoming the focus

(What’d I take?)

The focus of

(What did) 

Spin, spin

Crawl back in

I wouldnt hide from friends