Sun and rain burrow deep
Into paint and the past
Revealing transitions
And the names of those
Lost to time and memory
Into paint and the past
Revealing transitions
And the names of those
Lost to time and memory
Ya just gotta stop
Take stock
And realise
You’ve hit a wall
When the light lies low
Yet vibrant
When the dew clings
And the earth seems still
Diffuse, airborne and flowing like a boisterous tide
She swallows the bridge whole
So up we went.