Trickle patter caterpillar
rain's hemmed your travels in
dusty burned streets become rivers
no-one taught you how to swim
could a leaf become a boat
could a lamb learn how to lie and
if such foliage stayed afloat
where would your joy reside?
Salvage a song from the wreckage
sample all its smells and flavours
tackle the grief with the grappa
and become a gremlin slayer
as the sky-bees dance on the skin
all the girls are running riot
Scarlett's out back nursing the tom cat
while I'm failing to be quiet
Standing where all the parachutes fall
High like an angel low like a wet fog in the morn
all are calling for you not to leave
but you're reading your stars in your palm
and your heart's exercising it's muscle memory
Notre Dame n'est pas une femme
just a girl who done got lucky
see her there still swears like a sailor
acting like she knows the deal
Notre Dame's a girl still learning
all her roads still lead to roaming
but she'll find her way back home
'cos the heart's got muscle memory

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