She gathered all our paintings in a jar
All dressed like a sunset star
And she whispered to me, as we looked to the sea
That we're not who we're supposed to be
The rivers left me feeling alright
And the lights still flicker in the night
And I'm in the middle of it all
And I'm in the middle of it all
Tell me, won't you tell me
When it's time to go
I'm down here, in the water
And I'm getting low
They look like they're trying to run
But everyone's already done
I'm getting hotter to the touch
I think it may be getting too much
We're landing with our feet on the ground
Trying not to make a single sound
And I'm in the middle of it all
And I'm in the middle of it all
Tell me, won't you tell me
When it's time to go
I'm down here, in the water
And I'm getting low
Tell me, won't you tell me
When it's time to go
I'm down here, in the water
And I'm getting low
Tell me, won't you tell me
When it's time to go
I'm down here, in the water
And I'm getting low
And I'm getting low
And I'm getting low
The butcher's child is getting old
And summer's just a little cold
After all you've done and all you hate
Cape Town's gonna kill me, just you wait