This is a song of colour
Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust
Then climb into bed and turn to dust.
Oh sing of summer and a sunset
And sing for us, so that we may remember
The day writes the words right across the sky
They all go all the way up to the top of the night
(Thanks Kate, I love you)
where is that place? I can’t remember…but I think I’ve been there once
You have certainly been there, it’s Lisbon.
oh sure… damned memory