Cave-o-sapien - Wolf Parade

Cave-o-sapien —

You were made for breaking of my back.

As I carried you past quiet houses,

Kicking through the roses in the yard, I spied

The wildflower kisses on your neck — saw the garden

Had been trampled past repair.

Oh, Cave-o-sapien.

You look like the sunrise!

— purple, lemon, baby-blue and gold —

But I knew it sounded bad when you said NO REGRETS

And then said nothing more.

And while you’re leaning deep into the smoke

Of those sticks

You keep rubbing together,

I keep thinking about how bad it’s gonna burn,

And all the people I loved, back home,

Who I loved, and love,

That you turned on.

People just offering shelter from the wind.

So bow your head into the wind,

My Cave-o-sapien.

I had a vision of a gorilla,

And he was a killer,

A killer!

Alone,

In fields of stone,

You’re not the sunrise,

You’re just alone.

But I’ve got you, until you’re gone