Lyrics:

Wild life
The grey surprises of our days
Singing in caves
Fabricating a new abandon

Don't be light
Don't be light
Don't be light
Don't be light

We don't see the master's hand
We bang on gold tambourines
In the cross hairs of some transient gun
Trading desires on the banquet line

Don't be light
Don't be light
Don't be light
Don't be light

Don't be light
Don't be light
Don't be light
Don't be light

Don't be light
Don't be light
Don't be light
Don't be light