When we looked after friend's animals in different homes in Portugal, especially the turtle that we thought had 'disintegrated' but actually was just hybernating. It's about the importance of presence and playing the long game.
lyrics
Carol, we've got a new arrival, you said it's your first grey hair
And you named it after me
After all, there'll be no more survival, no overturn revival
No turtle here to blame, now disintegration came
To be there
Is nothing but everything
Over rocks, we're grieving for the spinal, harder fragile truth
To change that water, to clean a missing tooth
Like Milka's tears we're filling with an empty
Kind of loss for what we never had in you
To be there
Is nothing but everything
What we've found is hiding in the memory
And underneath the sound
Turtles won't disintegrate but they do waiting well
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