Rupert Hine - On The Waterline Lyrics
On the waterlineBlue greenThe gasoline liesFloating like a fly in the lazy summertimePick a pocketful of lightBreathe a whileaway barFacing somewhereThrowing out a hazeWander in a dazeTake my lonely self alongMaybe just a smileAre the waters wideOr the time decayedAll the children cryMen talk over fences nowChasing the hourBut following lateBelieving and warmDealing their handsCursing the dice by a flickering lightShielding their eyesSee the doorSwing open wideThey see me as fearWiping the dust from my smileStrange the perfume remainsThough the incense has goneIn a quiet voiceMust I breathe so loudAm I young or oldOr just outsideIn these shapeless barsCan you feelCan you feel my shameIn these shapeless barsOn the waterline I empty easeI empty easeOn the waterlineAll the children cry-Lyric: David MacIverMusic: Rupert HinePiano, Electric Piano, Spinnet & Organ: Rupert HineCongas: Ray CooperDrums: Mike Giles