When all this mess will ever get away
Away they part from Chinatown
Weaving in and out of line
Sidewalk's full of merchandise
My nervous tick has capped a lip
My cheeks are chewed down to the bit
Upon the roof is stealing at
The hustling crowds still reach down
I go up there and light a leaf
And wish our turn was not so brief
I'm paler than a summer blouse
That's packed inside a haunted house
I packed my bags and feel the family here is cropped by many hands
That dig and plant me for the spring, come dig me out my lucid brain

This wilderness up in my head
This wilderness that's up in my head
This wilderness needs to get right out of my clothes and get into my bedroom

Is there no reason it can be
The way it was musically
My three best friends so casually
Just letting go so joyfully
And if I let my wrist get tired
And if I let my spirit cry out
I'll always be happy or down
Is it just trying to divide?
It makes me think my dearest things
Are not what they're supposed to be
I trick myself when it gets hard
I've got to keep up, oh my god
And hope that I will not be wrong
And keep my faith in sound and song
I'm blooming but my roots
Reminds me not to leave them back in time

This wilderness up in my head,
This wilderness that's up in my head,
This wilderness needs to get right out of my clothes and get into my bedroom

Lion in a coma, lion in a coma, do do do do
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma, do do do do

Sometimes the sun will shine, yes I am just feelin' fine
Sometimes I'm not aware where I am or what I care
Sometimes I'm well-to-do but I don't know what to do
Sometimes I don't agree with my thoughts on being free

Please don't leave me
Things that feel good,
I've been lucky trying to feel good

Sometimes the sun will shine, yes I am just feelin' fine
Sometimes I'm not aware where I am or what I care
Sometimes I'm well-to-do but I don't know what to do
Sometimes I don't agree with my thoughts on being free

Please don't leave me
Things that feel good
I've been lucky trying to feel good

Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to smell the fine aroma
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to run again at home
A lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to use his aching bones
A lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Don't keep a lion in a coma

Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to smell the fine aroma
Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to use his aching bones
A lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to run again at home
A lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Don't keep a lion in a coma