Wild Once

They put my hands in water

Told me I'm a god

I might be someone's daughter

Might be somewhat odd

But I was wild once

And I can't forget it

I was wild

Chasing stones

The martyr who feels the fire

And the child who knows his name

They remembered that there's some wild

And it's something you can't explain

Oh, it's something you can't explain

They are wild and

They can't forget it

They are wild

Chasing stones

It's hard if you can't change it

It's worse if you don't try

You will sit down to explain it

And you're constantly asking why

You are constantly asking why

Oh, you are wild and

You must remember

You are wild

Chasing stones

Does no one understand you?

It's that tired and familiar lone

You must change what hands you

Give me something to go on

Give me something to go on

You are wild and

I won't forget it

You are wild

Chasing stones

There is something just beneath

There is something just beneath

Something shy and hard to see

It's a ring, it is clay

It's a ring