Laura Marling Wild Once
They put my hands in water
Told me I'm a god
I might be someone's daughter
Might be somewhat odd
But I was wild once
And I can't forget it
I was wild, chasing stones
The martyr who feels the fire
And the child who knows his name
They remember that there's something wild
And it's something you can't explain
Oh it's something you can't explain
They are wild
And they can't forget it
They are wild, chasing stones
It's hard if you can't change it
It's worse if you don't try
You will sit down to explain it
And you're constantly asking why
You are constantly asking why
Well, you are wild
And you must remember
You are wild, chasing stones
Does no one understand you?
Is that tired and familial long?
You must change what hands you
Give me something to go on
Give me something to go on
You are wild
And I won't forget it
You are wild, chasing stones
Well there is something just beneath
There is something just beneath
Something shy and hard to see
It's a ring that is clean
It's a ring
