Lyrics:

I remember
The day we pushed your piano

Out into the garden
Making tracks across the lawn

With tambourines and thunder

We climbed inside the limbs

Laughing down the rain

Swallow in the storm

Sometimes I, I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am the color of air

Sometimes it's only afterwards
I find that I'm not there

In the dream dusk

We walked beside the lake

We watched the sky move sideways

And heard the evening break

Sometimes I, I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am the color of air

Sometimes it's only afterwards

I find that I'm not there