We lost the skyline
We stepped right off the map
Drifted into blank space and let the clocks relapse
Sometimes I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am the colour of air
Sometimes it's only afterwards
I find that I'm not free
We laughed the raind down
Slow burn on the lawn
Ghosts across the downtown swallowed up the storm
In the dream dusk
We walked beside the lake
We watched the sky move sideways
And heard the evening break