She holds court, queen of all the mountains

Snow leopards hide amongst her hills,

The bong billows clouds up to the ceiling

Fresh stars day-glo in the night.

Mai-Tais at the bar, she only sees charlie at weekends,

The cocktail monkeys are climbing, a tower is chiming, faraway.

Micha is smiling back in Tiki 4

Back in Tiki 4.



One eye is all that is needed to be king of all he surveys,

Grandmaster, apprentice of architects

Design curves where others leave trails

It's freaking you out as you search for the lock on the door

Pillars of smoke are guiding you back to the floor

Back to Tiki 4

Tiki 4

Tiki 4



And the darkness zips up the city like a body bag

The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead

Meanwhile we're back in Tiki 4.

Tiki 4

Tiki 4

Back in Tiki 4



Renee is curled up on the sofa

Judy scratches away at her scars

Loud lines that were only a whisper

Too weak for the angels to hear

But she's proud, she got the respect of her mother

She didn't waver, straight down the lines and out of sight

Judy woke up in Tiki 4

Back in Tiki 4



And the darkness zips up the city just like a body bag

The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead

Meanwhile we're back in Tiki 4.

Tiki 4

Back in Tiki 4

Writing graffiti on the moon

Graffiti on the moon

Writing graffiti on the moon