Dreamland - Her Name is Calla

Where the two fault lines meet

Hung from a tree upside down

Blood rushing to my head

Trying to feed myself

Can I worship your body?

Live inside your skin?

With one hand tight round your heart

Sleeping inside your womb

Claw marks all over my back

Blood rushing to my head

A grave, grave of your own

Sing me a homecoming tale

When do you show your face?

Is it in the trees looking down?

Roots wrap around our songs and plant seeds.

I’ll write this down in the morning

I did what you asked me.

Now I’m not sure that you ever spoke to me at all

Scenes of deep red, green fields and I’m home again

But I’m still confused