Reservoir

Sink down

To the bottom

Shadows

In the shadows

Swim through the village

The bank and the post office

Float through the colours of old

Old names and addresses

Folding, compressing

Drift through the marketplace

The pub, and the college gate

A yearbook of faces wait

Two pints and a cider mate

You hear it you know it's there

But you can't hear the water yet

You hear it you know it's there

But you can't hear the water yet

You hear it you know it's there

But you can't hear the water yet