Tonight the sounds are from the ceiling

they turned up to be a floor

strained on muffled conversations

the eyes hesitate for more


laying low but not escaping

find by contrast what is free

hear reminders in the spacing

the time when it is hard to breathe


the sun on the street

looks good to me

burning and gold

for a while it's hard to see where we come from


let's go to the sea

take memory

buried in sand

'til the tide comes in and drowns it


no one's pulling up the floorboards

to find out how we can stand

stop throwing salt outside the windows

looking hard to see it land


the sun on the street

looks good to me

burning and yellow

for a while it's hard to see where we come from


let's go to the sea

take memory

buried in sand

'til the tide comes in and drowns it


no one knows what anybody knows

no one knows what they're thinking about

spend our time guessing, spend it all

spend our time guessing, spend it all


when it's over, why can't it be gone...