Telepathise
Lydia Cole
We don’t own no land
The wind don’t blow to no one plan
Hurt the earth, bite the hand
Dust to dust, rain to dam
All the days that we have fly by and
All the birds of a feather fight and
All the people held dear keep dying
But all the lovers telepathise and
All the strings that we tie stay tight and
All the dreams that we have survive it
Understand the voice
Hear the quiet over the noise
Dust to dust, choice by choice
All the days that we have fly by and
All the birds of a feather fight and
All the people held dear keep dying
But all the lovers telepathise and
All the things that we tie stay tied and
All the dreams that we have survive it
Will all the dreams that we have survive it?
And from the top of this hill I see it
Everything coming to me in season
It’s as sure as the breeze I'm breathing
And all the lovers telepathise and
All the strings that we tie stay tight and
All the dreams that we have survive it
Will all the dreams that we have survive it?