Beneath The Southern Cross - Live

Oh, to be not anyone
Gone
This maze of being skin
Oh-ooh, to cry not any cry
So, mournful that
The dove just laughs
And the steadfast gasps

Oh-ooh, to owe not anyone nothing
To be not here but here
Forsaking equatorial bliss
Who walked through the callow mist
Dressed in scraps
Who walked, the curve of the world
Whose bone scraped

Whose flesh unfurled
Who grieves not
Anyone gone
To greet lame
The inspired sky amazed to stumble
Where gods get lost
Beneath the southern cross

Amazed to stumble
Where gods get lost
Beneath the southern cross

Cross over, cross over-board



Credits
Writer(s): Patti Smith, Leonard J Kaye, Patricia Lee Smith
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