1, 2, 3 banana leaves, hanging off banana trees, looking mighty fine…
These people in their prime will wither on the vine - youth is all a tease

All around the burning wheel, trying not to feel the truth behind the shade…
For the summer sun will fade and the snows will melt away - the Lamb will break the seal

Does it help you, believing? Does it make you want to give it all away? Well, it’s only a feeling…
In the eye, the universal mind, the other side of time, a circle from a line
1, 2, 3 banana leaves, hanging off banana trees, looking mighty fine

When it crumbles into sand, we sift it through our hands, it tumbles to the ground…
And the children come around, and with the sand they’ve found, a castle once again

If you look behind the veil, try to see from a different point of view, give up all you know for real
In the eye, the universal mind, the other side of time, a circle from a line
1, 2, 3 banana leaves, hanging off banana trees, looking mighty fine