How heavy you are, my newborn child
So viciously free, so careless and wild
With the eyes of a saint
And the soul of a thief
And a newfoundland
The window's reveal the spinning sea
Which ripples and rolls as it runs underneath
And I smuggle this sense of sheer disbelief
In a newfoundland
Born in the birth of the mild month of may
And your gentle repose, I could never betray
But for now I am burnt by a lifetime too brief
And with this newfoundland
Comes a newfound grief
But in a newfoundland
You are free
You are free
You are free
