We lost the skyline
We stepped right off the map
Drifted in to blank space

And let the clocks relapse

We laughed the rain down

Slow burn on the lawn
Ghosts across the delta
Swallowed up the storm


Sometimes I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am the colour of air

Sometimes it's only afterwards
I find that I'm not there


In the dream dusk
We walked beside the lake
We watched the sky move sideways

And heard the evening break