Lyrics:

We lost the skyline

We stepped right off the map

Drifted in to blank space

And let the clocks relapse



We laughed the rain down

Slow burn on the lawn

Ghosts across the lawn

Swallowed up the storm



Sometimes I feel like a fist

Sometimes I am the colour 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 feel like a fist

Sometimes I am the colour of air

Sometimes it's only afterwards

I find that I'm not there