In a manger like christ i lay
yellow fever, yellow hay
feel the rhythm, sweetest sound
making, breaking sacred ground
i'd give you a piece of my love for free
but whatever i say you'll never see
acquire a taste for a different sound
make or break it this side of town
Life will never be the same
in port-royal town, i hear it coming
the shaking of the ground
they're stealing in the day
in port-royal town, the children are running
Ever strange the lives we lead
so detached from the things we need
signs of greed in everyone
instant eviction and the blood on a gun
just when you think you've found it
spinning world i want to spin around it
what is wrong? this pain won't peel
the fibres of my life won't heal