Lyrics

I wore so many faces
Stolen from the constellations
Floating in the bandstand
Sinking in the quicksand
I flirted with oblivion
I danced in the pavilion
Revelling in the ashtrays
Ambling through the lost days
The swimmer in the temporal mess
You carry your weather
Under the water
Daytime TV dreaming
Coded were the meanings
Your inner voice speaking
Tongues that you aren't heeding
Broadcast from the ocean
Moving in slow motion
Blending in the background
Your strange face in this small town
Backwards facing
Times erasing
You carry your weather
Under the water
The swimmer in the temporal mess
You carry your weather
Under the water
Written by: Jack Cheshire
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