Kosheen

You're like a child with old eyes,
cynical and sensible, always full of surprises
you travel far and wide
looking for the feeling, lost inside
They don't understand you, no
until it's too late
with everything they've handed you
on a silver plate
Are you hungry for a little more
than what you've had before?
Are you hungry for a taste of life?
To whet your appetite, are you hungry?
Now give me this mountainside