Lyrics

I cracked my knuckles, and I said grace And gave thanks for being a hundred and still feeling amazed Out where the waves wrestle with the dirty brine This is a lonely place, this was a home of mine After the struggle, I'd watch the sand settle Over the quiet reef, it's my oldest memory And I don't know whose land we're on Is this an island that plots like a villain Or an old ghost friend we don't believe in? I don't know I curse the weapon we stub our toes on It's the land of make-believe, can't you see, can't you see? Now in the dirt where I put my feet, and in the trunk of my body I'm only shy, here, when I want to be, my head between my cypress knees And in the top of the canopy of the trees I am climbing The morning sun here, you will see. It's my oldest memory And I don't know whose land we're on Is this an island that plots like a villain Or an old ghost friend we don't believe in? Is this an island that plots like a villain Or an old ghost friend we don't believe in? I don't know