Oh my love, oh my love The very sea has turned against us Our sweet plans and good intentions Tiny hands and proud depressions
Tiny twigs on troubled mountains Hunched together in the mist Tiny dreams make tangled rivers Tiny fingers make a fist
Flown away...
Blind men plot their burning acres Cities wimper 'neath the rain There's no shame in worried weeping When you're world has flown away
There's no shame in worried weeping When you're world has flown away Hold these fingers in your fist there When your world has flown away
Oh my love, oh my love The very sea has turned against us Our sweet plans and good intentions Tiny hands and proud depressions
Flown away...
I want to raise a child Whose heart is true and wild But will not raise a child In a world that tumbles while True hearts get defiled I will not raise a child I cannot raise a child Let's all us raise a child Whose heart is true and wild Our hearts are true and wild Let's all us raise this child