I'm in Christchurch, hanging out and writing music with Jon Dhama. Hopefully, this will be the first of many songs we'll write together on this trip. This song is in no way about any of 'our' relationships. It's entirely about 'other people's' relationships. This song is a bit weird so I'll explain the ending: the soft, wet, warm embrace is the singer being devoured by the snake as he lies helplessly on the jungle floor, paralyzed.
The tender eyes of a boa constrictor watch me from a tree, the sleepy smells of a jungle night slowly get to me. Dropping down from the branch above you wrap around my neck. These tender loving, enchanting eyes haven't killed me yet. I need some room to breathe, when I exhale you squeeze, you watch me twist and writhe; I'm spellbound by those eyes, yeah those eyes. Softly coiling, spinning round you lovingly entwine. You lick my ear and bite my neck and then suddenly unwind. On the ground my skin burns hot as the ants they pinch and tear. And then I feel your soft wet warm embrace and know you always will be there. I need some room to breathe, when I exhale you squeeze, you watch me twist and writhe; I'm spellbound by those eyes, yeah those eyes.
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