Datta
What have we given
Datta
What have we given
Datta
What have we given
Oh. My friend
Oh. My friend
Blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Blood shaking my heart
An age of prudence can never retract
We have existed
By this
By this
By this
And this only
Datta
What have we given
Datta
What have we given
Datta
What have we given
An age of prudence can never retract
We have existed by this
By this
By this
And this only
Datta
What have we given
Datta
What have we given
Datta
What have we given
Oh My friend
My, my friend
By this, which is not to be found in our obituaries
By this which is not to be found in our memories
Our memories draped by the beneficent spider
Oh By this, which is not to be found
Under seals broken by the lean solicitor
Oh by this which is not to be found
In our empty rooms
Oh our.. empty rooms
Datta
What have we given
Datta
What have we given
Datta
What have we given
Datta
What have we given
Datta
What have we given
Datta
What have we given
Oh My friend
Oh My friend