Panda panda climb your tree
There's a life you live in spite of me
And for all the fruit that bore your seed
There's a wet worm waiting by your feet
By your feet by your feet
There's another apple you don't need
And oh I cursed the weight of me
The heavy purse d**g by your feet
And the dead-straight line that pulled you in
Got tangled in our spiral spin
In our spin in our spin
The tangle that I left you in
And oh the love I thought we had
A tire-tread that slips when wet
And I convinced myself of my belief
That behind each branch a fallen leaf
Fallen leaves fallen leaves
I count the colours at my feet
