Black hair keeps on growing
Your beauty keeps on flowing
The water in it's flowing
Has come on back around this time
We thought that we could end it
A cycle never breaking
Only really shifting towards the childlike love
The wonder of this
Movement of your skin
This movement back to where we begin
Stolen yet it's steadfast
Separated Belfast
Hope to let us both past
This thing that we'd been feeling this time
We thought that we could break it
Knowing what's at stake here
The odds are up against this hate
The never ending grating of this
Movement of your skin
This movement back to where we begin
This movement
This movement