Feral Children - Beth Orton

Feral children in the pouring rain

For every constellation she might navigate again

Each and ever line she might wear in time

Baptized by the rain and euphoria of pain

Could kiss or punch, sober or drunk

Lifted way high or taken down deep

Into blue space where the rules change

Feral children know how to survive

Feral children can fight for their lives

Feral children hear what no one knows

There’s no words for the infinity of ghosts

The infinity of ghosts

Hold on, hold on

Holding back the sea seems unlikely

She’ll tell you

I can forgive you

But I can’t forget you

And you won’t

You know you won’t forget me

Hold on, hold on

Holding back the fire seems to flame desire

Try parting the water, crossing the sea

She’ll tell you

I can forgive you

But I can’t forget you

And you won’t

You know you won’t forget me

You know you won’t forget me

You know you won’t forget me