Capricornia don´t walk away
show me to the back of your hand
capricornia don´t leave me here
dying in the back of your land.

In the evening things all fall apart
they crawl away dying in the bushes alone
in the morning well I see myself
see myself as a Christ like figure walking.

In the evening things all fall apart
they crawl away
drowning in the setting sun
in the morning well I see myself
I see myself as a father mother brother sister.

Capricornia don´t walk away
show me to the back of your hand
capricornia don´t fade away
show me to the back of your hand
capricornia it´s a free ride
capricornia.