I remember
The day we pushed your piano
Out into the garden
Raking tracks across the lawn
The tambourines and thunder
We climbed inside the lift
Laughing down the rain
Swallowing the storm
Sometimes I - 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
Sometimes I - I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am the colour of air
Sometimes it's only afterwards
I find that I'm not there
The day we pushed your piano
Out into the garden
Raking tracks across the lawn
The tambourines and thunder
We climbed inside the lift
Laughing down the rain
Swallowing the storm
Sometimes I - 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
Sometimes I - I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am the colour of air
Sometimes it's only afterwards
I find that I'm not there