Capricornia

Capricornia don't walk away Show me to the back of your hand Capricornia don't leave me here Dying in the back of your land. In the evening things all fall apart They crawl away dying in the bushes alone In the morning well I see myself See myself as a Christ like figure walking. In the evening things all fall apart They crawl away Drowning in the setting sun In the morning well I see myself I see myself as a father mother brother sister. Capricornia don't walk away Show me to the back of your hand Capricornia don't fade away Show me to the back of your hand Capricornia it's a free ride Capricornia. --- Capricornia - Midnight Oil