Saw a bicycle hanging from a tree,
Saw her standing swollen next to that same tree
Always waiting to give birth to the world
Or the world to remember who they were
Wishing for the worlds embrace
Patiently waiting for her place
But a grave of blue held her at arms length
So she took a look to see all she could see
Dirt of our fathers and milk of our maids
A kiss from some forgotten face
So we looked around went back to that same tree
Saw the blood streaming out towards the sea
She closed her eyes and collapsed in front of me
I closed my eyes and wished I knew where she should be
Blood of our fathers and milk of our maids
A kiss from some forgotten face