They call it child's play. But is it fun?
Running away from a hand with a gun into the horizon, into the dark
The sun is risin', a herald to hark
The sky was painted on like shadow on an eye
Flowers bloom at dawn. Set fire to the dye
Into the horizon
Love in the palm of a hand
Mojo risin'!
Oh Land!
They call it child's play
But how can one run away to elope with the sun?