WHITE SPATTERED BLACK IN AN ALLEY:

Now I’m flying over glaciers,
Snow covered mountains,
Blue Sky forever,

I’m hanging from a balloon,
Laughing,
Rising away from the thick of it,

Now I’m on a camel train crossing desert,
Leaving footprints to be blown away,
Tonight there’ll be no trace of us,

What’s the point of being famous?
Take my picture,
More precious than water,

Now I’m sat in an old car,
Green as the grass it’s abandoned in,
Tiny under stars,

Now I’m sat on the roof,
Shadow man,
Shadow boy,
Silenced by the size of a night sky,
Feeling the big ball roll,

Now I’m travelling solo,
Going “Look at that!”
Click!
Wishing you were here

 

(LISTENING TO: Nils Økland Band – Lysning)

(K)