Two hammers clashed to become something golden
I'd grow up feelin' old and I never told you.
I would say petty things and never forget them
& drink around fire like something was missin'

Apart from the steed that carries us 'round
we remember our legs are as good as the ground.
Nothin' short of the sea; Stretched out honestly
to a coastline gone missing;
Just like you & me.