I’m travelling south again
Make the trail with my tongue
Between the hills and through the plains
I have to get to the water
Before I die
I gotta drink this well
I long to sleep in your womb
See the flower as it blooms
Feel before my head explodes
I’d cross the gates of hell
To get in this place
When I return to home again
My love’s for the sleeping one
All the flowers, all your pain
Never meant me nothing
I’m moving forward twice the time
That it takes me coming back
Can you feel it in your spine
As them all rush to the line
And I can hear you cry
I come, I come, I come, I come
But I won’t see the sun
‘Cos tomorrow I’ll be gone
And the shame is larger than the blame
‘Cos it’s not gonna be my son
