Keysies
In the field I'm a wean, running with the wind
The sky cracks open and it rains
On my skin
My t-shirt's too thin
To keep out the cold
Late coming home from school
Playing soldiers in the park
Invisible machine guns in my hands
Swimming with sharks
Until it gets dark
And then we go home
Keysies up, keysies down
Keysies up, keysies down
Keysies up, keysies down
Magic circle all around
Writer/s: Gerard Crosbie
