I stumble on my memories, july reverie
I'm howling from a cabin in the middle of the sea
floating through the isles
the brine swollen birch
liquid emotions, a glass for the thirst
down in the corridor
you could hear the wreck
I was gone by 9.30
the maids hit the deck
I travel light
through groves in the dark
the whole world in a sigh
a tear trailed night
fresh in the city, enough time to spare
I played the old rocks for foreign silverware
kids play with soap, they blow bubbles at me
floating reminders of how life is fleet
I raided the parks the whole town was asleep
left a rose in the morning
for someone I'll never meet
I travel light
through groves in the dark
the whole world in a sigh
a tear trailed night
i stumble on my memories, july reverie
a half-remembered daydream
a childish symphony