Cannonballs ricochet around the room
I hurry home to lick my wounds
I stumble home to Oceanea
A nightingale sang above my mother's tomb
Twilight in the afternoon
I stumble home to Oceanea
Not far from here
In some other ecozone
The crocuses are still in bloom
I stumble home to Oceanea
And I'm free
I'm soaring on a thermal wind
I'm learning how to shed my skin
I made it home to Oceanea
[Eddi Reader:]
Not far from here
In some other ecozone
The crocuses are still in bloom
You stumble home to Oceanea
And you are free
You're soaring on a thermal wind
You're learning how to shed your skin
You made it home to Oceanea
You made it home to Oceanea
[radio chatter]