[Section I The Colour of Air] [Section II I Find That Im Not There] [Verse 1] We lost the skyline We stepped right off the map Drifted in to blank space And let the clocks relapse [Verse 2] We laughed the rain down Slow burn on the lawn Ghosts across the downtown Swallowed up the storm [Chorus] Sometimes I I feel like a fist Sometimes I am The colour of air Sometimes its only afterwards I find that Im not there [Verse 3] In the dream dusk We walked beside the lake We watched the sky move sideways And heard the evening break [Chorus] Sometimes I I feel like a fist Sometimes I am The colour of air Sometimes its only afterwards I find that Im not there [Section III Wire the Drum] [Section IV Spiral Circus]
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