Texty: Planet Funk. All Man's Land.

Look where we are now
We can't see each other
we can't sense each other pain
or hold out hands to touch fingers hold

It's as if our seas have walls
and will they ever merge?
and spread their liquid limbs
spread their limbs around our different lands
spread themselves around me

I have a thought
I could unfold my pale hands
and then spill into the breeze
spread my smooth and shining skin to hold us in
hold us in

You should treasure me
I could embrace you all
I could smother you with pearls
I have enough tears to wash away the pain
and enough soil to build again

You have used and abused
You have used and abused
Call me call me
Call me Mother
Call me

(Thanks to Ale for these lyrics)