[Verse] You cling to the branch where the broad leaves meet, Slow loris, small hands, soft velvet feet. The rain beads bright on your cinnamon coat, You taste the night air, then quietly float. [Pre-Chorus] No rush, no race, The whole dark world can wait. [Chorus] Slow loris, hold on tight, Little moon-eyed keeper of the night. One careful step, then another through, The forest makes a gentle place for you. [Outro] When dawn lays gold on the leaves, you fold away.
