The fault lines on the freeway
Fade out of view
The pounding of a birds wings
Black streaks the blue
Whitecaps jump like static
Flotsam scores the land
Smokestacks cut like lumber
Charcoal chalks the sand

You can’t see through the shade
For all the shadows
Still you watch the parade
Roll by from the shallows

Tin clouds chipped and soldered
Stone buoys light up the sky
The air gets hotter and hotter
And we lose track of time

You can’t see through the shade
For all the shadows
Still you watch the parade
Roll by from the shallows
Its shades of grey
Curl their way out of the bay
Babe if you stayed
Laid out and naked we’d watch
All the stars in the southern cross
Creep their way across the sky
We’d spot the fifth if we squint our eyes
Laid out naked we’d suss
All the scars that shift between us
Like the glass at our feet
I touch your hand and you’re drifting away from me
I’d take your hand but you’re already out of reach

Shades of grey
Curl their way out of the bay

The silhouette of the city
Cupped into your hand
You flip your lucky penny
Just to watch it fall again
You watch it fall