On the waterline

Blue green

The gasoline lies

Floating like a fly in the lazy summertime

Pick a pocketful of light

Breathe a whileaway bar

Facing somewhere

Throwing out a haze

Wander in a daze

Take my lonely self along

Maybe just a smile

Are the waters wide

Or the time decayed

All the children cry



Men talk over fences now

Chasing the hour

But following late

Believing and warm

Dealing their hands

Cursing the dice by a flickering light

Shielding their eyes

See the door

Swing open wide

They see me as fear

Wiping the dust from my smile

Strange the perfume remains

Though the incense has gone



In a quiet voice

Must I breathe so loud

Am I young or old

Or just outside

In these shapeless bars

Can you feel

Can you feel my shame

In these shapeless bars

On the waterline I empty ease

I empty ease

On the waterline

All the children cry



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Lyric: David MacIver

Music: Rupert Hine



Piano, Electric Piano, Spinnet & Organ: Rupert Hine

Congas: Ray Cooper

Drums: Mike Giles