(x3)
Oh... to be
Not anyone... gone
This maze of being... skin
Oh... to cry
Not any cry... so mournful that
The dove just laughs
The steadfast gasps
Oh... to owe
Not anyone... nothing
To be... not here
But here... forsaking equatorial bliss
Who walked through... the callow mist
Dressed in scraps
Who walked... the curve of the world
Whose bone scraped... whose flesh unfurled
Who grieves not... anyone gone
To greet... lame... the inspired sky... amazed to stumble
Where gods... get lost
Beneath... the Southern Cross
(x5)
(x4)
Cross over boy
Cross over