New Yorker Cartoon

I was running From imaginary vampire bats I was shrieking at the moon While Montezuma laughed Oh Astral blues, And reds, and greens, and golds I hope That i die When i'm a hundred years old Looking like a new yorker cartoon Sleeping in a golden cacoon With you I was making love To my sister from another life I was stitching the seams Of my open dreams With a needle from a camels eye If i could give myself some advice I'd go out of my mind right now I stay here with my baby Forever in the here and now Looking like a new yorker cartoon Sleeping in a golden cocoon With you, With you I was returning my saroo To the lieutenant Paper back And my best friend from a day Let me up So i could take a drag My sister's from the flame Threw a shut into the fire An ancient child prodigy A genius who inspires Looking like a new yorker cartoon Sleeping in a golden cocoon With you, With you, With you