Lyrics My Oldest Memory - Bowerbirds

My Oldest Memory

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, Id watch the sand settle
Over the quiet reef.
Its my oldest memory
And I dont know whose land were on
Is this an island that plots like a villain
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
I dont know
I curse the weapon we stub our toes on
Its 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
Im 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.
Its my oldest memory
And I dont know whose land were on
Is this an island that plots like a villain
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
Is this an island that plots like a villain
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
I dont know