The Peacock

I was running through the park with a bag on my back
I was searching for some gold and for some diamond rings
I was feeling so alone I was having a drink
there was someone stuck behind me that I couldn´t see
and I felt...lost in a world with an automatic head
longing for some thoughts I never had

I was sleeping with the birds I was jaming with the trees
I was talking to a coloured shadow behind me
It gave me a present I could stick in my hat (head)
while I´m singing on the stage while I´m sleeping in my bed
and I felt....lost in a world with an animal absurd
longing for some thoughts I never had.

I mean the peacock I´ve got the feather of the peacock ...