Wild Once

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