[Intro: Soft, rhythmic tabla and a mystical sitar drone. A small, nervous squeak transitions into a male voice, whispered and rhythmic] [Verse 1: Low-tempo, rhythmic storytelling. Sound of tiny footsteps in the sand] The moon was a silver coin tossed in the dark I carried the weight of a thousand worlds, a heavy spark My paws are needles, the earth is a drum He’s full of sweet modaks, the sugar makes him hum A mountain on a pebble, a god upon a grain We wobbled through the jasmine in the lunar rain [Chorus: High energy, anthemic world-fusion. Catchy, infectious hook with a driving sub-bass] Oh, the belly like a planet, heavy with the feast The buttons of the universe are straining at the beast One trip, one slip, and the stars spilled out A silver snake is hissing, "What is this about?" He tied his skin together with a living, scaly cord The king of all the obstacles, the hunger-heavy lord [Verse 2: Percussive and urgent. Fast-paced delivery] A cobra in the shadow, a flicker in the dust I shivered in my whiskers, I failed the divine trust I stumbled on a root, the balance went to hell The silence of the night broke like a porcelain shell A thunder in the clearing, a rip across the sky Sweet dumplings on the grass where the sleeping tigers lie [Bridge: Melodic and atmospheric. Ethereal backing vocals] (Ahh-ahh-ahh) He didn't yell at me, he didn't even frown He gathered up the galaxies and put his spirit down He caught that emerald serpent, he wrapped it like a sash A belt of flickering gold in the lightning's sudden flash The moon began to giggle, high up in the blue So he broke a tusk and hurled it—now the moon is broken too [Chorus: High energy, anthemic world-fusion. Catchy, infectious hook with a driving sub-bass] Oh, the belly like a planet, heavy with the feast The buttons of the universe are straining at the beast One trip, one slip, and the stars spilled out A silver snake is hissing, "What is this about?" He tied his skin together with a living, scaly cord The king of all the obstacles, the hunger-heavy lord [Outro: Fading percussion. Return to the intimate, whispered tone] We’re walking home now, the snake is holding tight A mouse and a mountain in the fractured moonlight Squeak, squeak, goes the floor of the world Underneath the belly where the cobra is curled (Spoken) Just keep stepping... [End: Single, resonant sitar pluck]
