Honeymoon Child
You are true honeymoon child
Conceived on an island in the sun
Heals dug in the white sand
Loved and adored from day one
Raised in a wild space
Between two hearts
With the vines climb trees towards the light
Running naked, dragging a kite
Or your dress on a string
You bring up the soft side in everyone
We gather like ravens
On a rusty scythe
Just to watch
Such a little dove
Just to watch
Such a little dove
Fly away
Mr. Bones from town said he saw you the other day
He said you changed but he wouldn't say how
Well it can always turn
Yeh, it can always turn
A wing can always turn