Song #2

I’ve never seen a sky like this,

Never again for these eyes.

We know it ends like this.

I am an old beast all tusk and tooth,

All done with childbirth,

And on the plains I’ve shed my youth.

These ears lie ragged, sounds of thunder,

Echoes of brushfires, blood stained fur.

This sun's setting on all my wonders.

I come to die, to empty this leather skin,

And if there’s a God of violent skies

He’ll be me and I’ll be Him.

Fools call this Africa, but this is my flesh.

When you find me hold my bones and think of tall grass,

And the twenty mothers of your twenty mothers.

Fools call this Africa, but this is my flesh.

When you find me hold my bones and think of tall grass,

And the twenty mothers of your twenty mothers.

The twenty mothers of your twenty mothers.

The twenty mothers of your twenty mothers.

I’ve never seen a sky like this,

Never again for these eyes.

Never again for these eyes.