Oh I am gone, it was long ago That I gave up the language I owned Where to now? Where to now? With a mouthful of shells That whistle and hum A mouthful of shells That whistle and hum
How I long for the chase We were quicker then I sang to myself While you coloured in Corners of things So that I may see them
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We have known the animal urge The spark between sea and earth The fight and flight The hunt and hurt Of asking when you should be quiet Oh don’t ask when you should be quiet
I still long for the chase We were kinder then I sang to myself While you coloured in Corners of things So that I may see them