We slept in the paddocks
All grubby and restless
We made our way homewards
For bathing and slumber
We dug ourselves sandpits
And sat in the water
The tide drew us inwards
And gradually explained
It won't be the end of things here
When nothing is left of us
It won't be the end of things here
When nothing is left of us
We stayed in the darkness
It taught us to listen
To echos and colours
And transient noises
We laboured in shadows
And showered in brightness
Discovered our limits
And gathered our breath again
It won't be the end of things here
When nothing is left of us
It won't be the end of things here
When nothing is left of us
