Slides through the shadows    With her head in her hands    Ritual pleasure she don't understand    Looking for a reason to prove she exists    She knows that she's here    But don't know what she missed she's a       She so too much she so    'Cos she's grooving in green       Father and mother everyone's son    It's always finished before it's begun    She walks and she walks towards the light    The moment she gets there she loses her sight       Walking around she carries a knife    The last page is missing from the book of her life    Combing her hair she talks to the trees    Oh it's another disease       She's so green much too green    She's grooving in green   Too much green