Elves Sing La La La

I'm timin' diamonds in my face what have you done where do you stop
A frightning action of my limbs become so heavy and so slow

A crystal labyrinth that curves into the sky
You wander corridors that's coursing through your mind

It's a never ending field a dream of shape and sound and song
And it's feeling like a sequence that's gone on for much too long

Oh, paper tiger burning bright beneath the curtains of my skin
you claw my eyes you tear my throat you make a cheshire of my grin
The most mundane of things become the most absurd
you watch the stagehands rearrange the furniture

It's a never ending field a dream of shape and sound and song
And it's feeling like a sequence that's gone on for much too long

La la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la