Broke the city streets for you Planted jungles where they burned All the roots have toppled glass and steel But you still have not returned And the tigers are dead, and the thylacine’s fled And the rain melts away their tracks But I always thought if I remade the world Then you’d come back
Burst through every dam for you Made an ocean of the land Sent the poachers to the silent sky But I still don’t understand When my ear’s to the ground Then I swear there’s a sound A savage roar of attack If the echoes of the lost still pound Then why can’t you come back?
The ibex of the Pyrenees Woolf, Van Gogh, and Plath Speak in Manx and speak in Beothuk Walk the long, the lonely path Where everyone, everything Sure as songbirds can sing Gazes outward from the black If the light from Heaven finds the earth Then why can’t you come back?