Jungle Haze

You smile at me with your lost eyes
In awe of what you think
Your heaven filled with wanderlust
Your gold just cold, cold steel

Where is love in that jungle haze
You’re building temples made of sand

You call on them to kiss your feet
When you should kiss their hand
He that heaven thick with dust
Your wishing still so clean

Where is love in that jungle haze
You’re building temples made in sand
Leave your city, leave your dreams
Let the silent sway

Where is love in your jungle haze
You’re building temples in the sand
Leave your city, leave your dream
Come hear the silent sway
Hear the silent sway

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