Dawn in a suburban garden.
Troop of horses passing.
Milk float runs and stops.
House to house delivery.
Church bell tolling.
Alsatian barking.
Human heartbeat.
Stopped takeover depart.
Gas escaping.
Men running on country road.
Domestic fire buring.
And I’m lost in Rosemary Davis world of sound.
And I don’t believe I ever want to come down.
Departure preparation.
Sea wash astern.
Engines running at 18 knots.
Door opens and slams.
Monsters roaring.
Electrical sounds.
Radio static.
And I’m lost in Rosemary Davis world of sound.
And I don’t believe I ever want to come down.
From the sounds of a world where I might be
At the other end of the galaxy
I’m lost in Rosemary Davis world of sound.