I can feel the turning of the tides
Pulling away the night
Like a sheet from over me

In summer time
I dissolve to a beach
And everywhere seems to be
Just a flicker on a silent screen

Because I
I can't stay long
Let the sky roll on
Just a flicker and the crowd moves on

In winter
Overcoats close in
And the snow tastes of tin
On the steps of any station

I'd like to glide in the long green light
Of a July afternoon




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