Capricornia don't walk away

show me to the back of your hand

capricornia don't leave me here

dying in the back of your land.

In the evening things all fall apart

they crawl away dying in the bushes alone

in the morning well I see myself

see myself as a Christ like figure walking.

In the evening things all fall apart

they crawl away

drowning in the setting sun

in the morning well I see myself

I see myself as a father mother brother sister.

Capricornia don't walk away

show me to the back of your hand

capricornia don't fade away

show me to the back of your hand

capricornia it's a free ride

capricornia.