I remember The day we pushed your piano Out into the garden Making tracks across the lawn With tambourines and thunder We climbed inside the limbs Laughing down the rain Swallow in the storm Sometimes I 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 I feel like a fist Sometimes I am The colour of air Sometimes it's only afterwards I find that I'm not there