All the pines that shiver in the park
Kick my fever through the dark
Through the railings and the iron

Empty bars and tenement lines
Something slips back into place
For a second there's a trace

Of my face inside the trees
Sudden light in everything


I get up and head down into work
Running errands like a jerk
But the fever does me in

Never touching anything
Like the sea inside a shell
Everything speaks to itself

Darkness comes at half-past three
My own face is in the trees


For six years I have seen a friend
In summer crowds in Europe
When the evening falls

For six years I have seen a friend
In summer crowds in Europe
When the evening falls


So I left myself back in the night
Moving into clearer light

Neither here nor really gone
Both surrounded and alone
Like the sea inside a shell

Everything speaks to itself
Darkness comes at half-past three
My own face is in the trees