On the beach, I don’t quite know what to make of myself

Never seemed to fit in with the regular crowd

Who’s that standing at the edge of the water with a shawl across their back

The sun flares, you can’t tell if it’s an old woman, or a young man

Serve me up the ocean on a platter of gold

Shuck the beating heart from it’s cage of stone

Swirl a crooked finger round the rim of the sea

Try to find the earliest remnants of me

A woman’s voice

A giant hand

It’s much too loud

Play it back again

I’m so close

On the street, I know just what to make of myself

The city seems to wrap itself around me like a fine leather belt

Kiss me in the courtyard, lead me out to dance on marble floors

My soul knows the footwork, some version of you has met some version of me here before

Serve me the up ocean on a platter of gold

Shuck the beating heart from it’s cage of stone

Swirl a crooked finger round the rim of the sea

You just try to find the earliest remnants of me

A woman’s voice

A giant hand

It’s much too loud

Play it back again

I’m so close

Fashionably late

Just outside the gate

Hey, haven’t I seen you somewhere before ?

A staircase leading down

A voice that slowly drowns

Hey, haven’t I seen you somewhere before ?

Haven’t I seen you somewhere ?