| It’s overwhelming me, the static in the trees
|
| The sun is burning me, there is no cooling breeze
|
| We don’t belong to ourselves, at the mercy of the cats
|
| We belong to places, to places
|
| Strong and brave, courageous
|
| Our tiger faces
|
| I crouch down low and freeze, the leaves are shuffling
|
| Lips curled away from teeth, she has been prowling me
|
| We don’t belong to ourselves, they’ve been planning their attack
|
| We belong to places, to places
|
| Strong and brave, courageous
|
| Our tiger faces
|
| We belong to what we came from
|
| Leaving home will be a struggle
|
| Wearing masks and beating war drums
|
| Won’t equip us for these jungles
|
| We belong to places, to places
|
| Strong and brave, courageous
|
| Our tiger faces
|
| We belong to places, to places
|
| Strong and brave, courageous
|
| Our tiger faces |