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
La la da da da da da
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

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