LYRIC

In a garden stands a statue of the man who won the war
His expression, tender yearning
Every nation near and far
Oh, sad and ancient father, sweet as honey, tough as leather
Running down the hill on christmas day
I am an ape
I stand and wait
A masterpiece
A hairy beast
I move so fast
I take a chance
And come up close
I'm not a ghost
Navigator, when you wake up and you step outside your door
Shoes and panties, washed and folded
Taking off your dirty clothes
This garden tells a story, amber close-up, faded glory
Running through the streets on christmas day
I am an ape
I stand and wait
A masterpiece
A hairy beast
Try not to laugh
Just take a chance
I visited inside your head

If you trespass in this garden to a place you should not go
If you step out from the shadows, see the city fall in awe
I am an ape
I stand and wait
A masterpiece
A hairy beast
No need to hide
Come on inside
I will not last
I too shall pass

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