Running down an empty street
Perhaps it was a railway station
A smell of eau de cologne
The sound of celebration
Oh oh oh
Dislocation.
Just a swimmer
Growing dimmer
In the glimmer of a summer
Waving gladly
Swimming madly
Never, never going under
Oh oh oh
Dislocation.
The sun was going down one quiet evening
Someone came into the room while I was half asleep
We spoke for a while
I couldn’t see his face
Later on, when he was gone
I realised I didn’t catch his name
Oh oh oh
Dislocation.
Just a swimmer