The Weather Man's an optimist,
he hides the umbrella well...

Topple headlong into your puple patch
of blush and loud words...

Oh, such a sweetly falling snow
that insulates the inside of...

Thirty six months of icicles
dripping down the edge of the earth...

Winter night and Summerset,
burning orange amber tyranny...

Hurtling through the air,
slicing jacknife through...

Play your games in memory wells,
sandboxes and stories filtering through the...

These natural streaks of colour
we're painting across our eyes...

Masterpiece of watercolours
washed over white and black...

Billowed sails of a bed with sheets
that fall gently down like winter snow...

Bottle up the sunshine
so you can taste it on your tongue...

You promised me this,
a lullaby song...