Wild Once - Laura Marling

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