you are true honeymoon child conceived on an island in the sun heels dug in the white sand loved and adored from day one raised in a wild space between two hearts where the vines climb trees towards the light running naked dragging a kite or your dress on a string you bring out 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 yeah it can always turn a wing can always turn