t pleases me; it's not too strangenbeneath the undergrowthnnI hear a sound from another sidenI look around for another trynthe long way 'round from the other sidendown to the ground just another trynnI need nerves of steelnnothing's been the samenit's not always whitensometimes it‘s black insidennIt pleases me; I feel a changenmy hands are tremblingnI got a flame that burns insidenI cannot hide this changennIt pleases me; it's not too strangenbeneath the undergrowthnnMy wings open wide and I realizenit's not always whitensometimes it's black inside