Your honeyed words slide over all of our dead Your pregnant jails are leaking all of our young.. And over the mountain, and over the sea, the song of
You had to leave like you were cast far and wide, You didn't have a choice, there was nothing to decide without food in our bellies, without a pick in
One of these days i'll buy you an island. Seven saviours in the sun And we'll dine on the finest farem Our time has only begun. But for now I've got