Ooh, Ooh Allow our patient runs we held forehanded Allure fell foxes on the lawn When follow figure found our small, surrounded By noon, came under the forlorn And they look so sure Their tilted heads, sombre and calm It's all white washed walls and borrowed clothes in uniform Don't wake your father up, he's carved his sleep It's not mechanical And don't try tell me to go slowly Oh Oh Oh Oh (Oh Oh Oh, Oh Oh) Oh Oh Oh Oh (Oh Oh Oh, Oh Oh) Where you leapt out, from a stone Turning black white What could run from you? And there's another like the moon, hanging over Swelled and split to bloom And I can feel you kicking in the womb And the sadness with me knows no time of day I can feel you kicking in the womb But you stir beyond the reach that I can bend