These moves we make on landscape
Through light that soaks the skin
Our fragile surface hidden
Under stories stretched so thin
Shadows cast yet moving
'cos our only choice is spin
Let's find a place of shelter
Eight minutes from afar
In darkness peace and stillness as we
Hide from the nearest star
I am
You are
We are
Rising body heat
Silver columns building
It shimmers off the street
Let's run towards the contrast
It'll make us both complete
Building
Basement
Glasshouse
Waiting motorcar
Escape the city island and
Hide from the nearest star
The places on the hillsides with
A solitary tree
Branches leaves and bird songs
Ignoring gravity
Let's fill the world with places
Where shadows set you free
That bench beneath a Hawthorn
Will you join me quietly?
While field and city blaze
And heat turns the world to char
But darkness brings us comfort as we
Hide from the nearest star