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.