So Deep - Tim Finn

A thousand butterflies lifting away

As the hunter pursues his wounded prey

The diver and water coming face to face

In the shock of a birth such a strange grace

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t keep

It’s so, it’s so, it’s so deep

Walking through the sand soft with sea

Eating chicken curry with English tea

The secret in the small boy’s secret garden

I’ve seen the women with the naked children

The winter owl in the snow-clean suburbs

Haunting the ordinary with wild wise proverbs

The crack of an eagle’s egg the beast appears

And suddenly you’ve peeled back a million years