You were a bird, an eagle I was the sun, a father We crossed a hundred rivers You fished in shallow water And now You're asking for a second chance The monks go down to wash their hands and you don't And now Children know the subtle tongue And you mumble in an iron lung crying for your mom The rabbits stayed in their holes The fires were great in number The men we saw, distracted Slow to wake and slow to slumber And now You're asking for a second chance The monks go down to wash their hands and you don't And now Children know the subtle tongue And you mumble in an iron lung crying for your mom