Caught by the slipstream past steamship island Dangerously close to the skeleton coast Held in a cloudburst, echoing the rain Chiming percussion, a fleeting refrain
The summer backwards
Through the summer backwards Buoyed on a soundwave On a clear morning, a gold and silver day Winding through the straits longing for the shore Drowning in words, searching for the lost score
The summer backwards
Gliding the shallows, maze of coral Underwater frescos, worlds we swallowed Taken from a dream, Venus and the mast Sphinx beneath the sea, smile behind the mask
