The Elephant and the Albatross

She chases her tail She listens for his breathing She hears each his lies She hears each his lies His false shadow, painted skin Listen, quiet, still Blue feathers, hidden Glory birds, gold and orange Listen, quiet, still She hears each his lies Monkeys running through the trees Listen, quiet, still She chases her tail Drying paint on native skin She runs through the green Hark, the calls of birds Drying paint on native skin She chases her tail