It's not a screen that you pass through
A shine in your eyes, too bright
A pool outside of a window
Being pulled by the changing light
I can't look directly at it
Your face distorted in the window
Swimming out towards my new life
Dragged in by the undertow
I'm Sisyphus, you're the witness
It's intimate, the violence
It's palpable to want it all
It's palpable to want
I can't look directly at it
Your face distorted in the window
Swimming out towards my new life
Dragged in by the undertow
The salt
The spit
The magic
To last
To be romantic
It's not a screen where I can call you
A recording of what you said
All my time I have is diamonds
Rolling around my head
Maybe I can be a diver
Heavy on the sea bed
Sliding into water
Pushing up against the edge
I can't look directly at it
Your face distorted in the window
Swimming out towards my new life
Dragged back by the undertow
The salt
The spit
The magic
To last
To be romantic
