Home Life - Shearwater

When you were a child
You were a tomboy
And your mother laughed at the serious way
You looked at her
And from your window at night
There were the star's little fires
And the armory lights
You were tracing the lines
Of a globe with your fingers
Cool rivers white wastes
Desert shores and the forest green
And a limitless life
In the breath of each tide
And the bright mountains rising
Now the boys are away
And such kicks they are having
Slashing away at those forest walls
With their bitter knives
Sparks bloom in their eyes
And they never look tired
Will they never look tired
On cliffs that tower from the rising seas
Their bonfires glow
Where a tiger lies
Cleaning their weapons
They laugh at his useless claws and all
It is a beautiful night
To be born to this life
And grind his every bone to powder
Do you remember
Do you remember
She carried you down to the edge of the dark river
And said Though the water is wide
You will never grow tired
You are bound to your life
Like a mother and child
You will cling to your life
Like a suckering vine
And like the rest of your kind
You will increase
And increase
Past all of our dreaming
Horse without rider
Lungs without breathing
Day without light
Song without singing
A song