Walkabout - Augustines
Into the arms of the sea
What my tide had carried free
I walked down to the priest
To be kind with the storms inside
I prayed black birds never want what they got
Lifted my arms up high
Whispered I've lost my way somehow
Take take these eyes and all our wounds
My disgust lay them out
On the beach cause I won't leave them now
The city inside
Take take this voice and all its songs
From my insides spread them out
Over the words over the shapes
I fall off of cliffs in million age
So come on home come on home
It's all or not this walkabout
It's been so low it's been so low
Come home to me
Into the arms of the sea
What my tide had carried free
I walked down to the priest
To be kind with the storms inside