Remember once I told you about
How before I heard it from your mouth
My name would always hit my ears
As such an awful sound
And the soul, if that’s what you’d call it
Uneasy ally of the body
It felt nameless as a river undiscovered underground And the first time that you kissed me
I drank dry the river Lethe The Liffey would have been softer on my stomach all the same But you spoke some quick new music
That went so far to soothe this soul
As it was
And ever shall be
Unearth without a name
Some part of me must have died
The first time that you called me ‘baby’ And some part of me came alive
The first time that you called me ‘baby’
These days I think I owe my life to flowers
That were left here by my mother
Ain’t that like them… gifting life to you again
This life lived mostly underground
Unknowing either sight nor sound
‘Til reaching up for sunlight
Just to be ripped out by the stem
Sensing only now it’s dying,
Drying out, then drowning
Blindly blooming forth its every colour
In the moments it has left;
To share the space with simple living things
Infinitely suffering but fighting off,
Like all creation,
The absence of itself
Anyway…
Some part of me must have died
Each time that you called me ‘baby’
And some part of me stayed alive
Each time that you called
Each time that you called…
C’mere
Ooh la la, ooh la la
What ever keeps you around, it keeps you around Ooh la la, c’mere, ooh la la
What ever keeps you around, it keeps you around
The last time it was heard out loud, The perfect genius of our hands and mouths were shocked
To resignation as the arguing declined
When I was young I used to guess Are there limits to any emptiness?
When was the last time?
C’mere to me, when was the last time?
Some part of me must have died
The final time you called me ‘baby’ But some part of me came alive
The final time you called me ‘baby’
