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Hine-MacIver |
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On the waterline |
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Blue green |
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The gasoline lies |
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Floating like a fly in the lazy summertime |
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Pick a pocketful of light |
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Breathe a whileaway bar |
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Facing somewhere |
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Throwing out a haze |
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Wander in a daze |
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Take my lonely self along |
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Maybe just a smile |
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Are the waters wide |
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Or the time decayed |
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All the children cry |
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Men talk over fences now |
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Chasing the hour |
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But following late |
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Believing and warm |
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Dealing their hands |
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Cursing the dice by a flickering light |
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Shielding their eyes |
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See the door |
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Swing open wide |
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They see me as fear |
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Wiping the dust from my smile |
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Strange the perfume remains |
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Though the incense has gone |
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In a quiet voice |
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Must I breathe so loud |
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Am I young or old |
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Or just outside |
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In these shapeless bars |
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Can you feel |
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Can you feel my shame |
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In these shapeless bars |
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On the waterline I empty ease |
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I empty ease |
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On the waterline |
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All the children cry |
