Mocy my dear Another tender year They said that we were too young to think They filled our heads with fear The sand flows through our fingers With our dreaming out to sea But what we really had Is all there really is to be Oh Mocy my dear Their being is so clear Mocy my dear I've seen a funny game Last night I met a girl And Summer was her name I offered her this everything She said that sex was cheap She thinks that love's a position She has to give or keep Oh Mocy my dear And yet they never hear Mocy my dear My memory is plain I've been so hurt But I've caused a lot of pain And I am just as guilty As the ones that I would blame We all of us have no excuse We're everyone the same Oh Mocy my dear That being has no fear Mocy my love Our whispering has stood Three Summers through The timelessness we flood Sweeping us back to the lands That only being knows Motionless the river Of our liberation flows Oh Mocy my dear Of being anywhere Of being anywhere Of being anywhere