Blue, pink to black
The slow collapsing of the day
Over the sea, the silvery sea
Beyond the waves
The moon will rise
It tells the tide to do its thing
The waves to crash, and endlessly
The sea to sing the same song it always has
Icarus washed up on the beach
At Hermanus
I told him since the whole flying thing
He'd become rather famous
He seemed surprised and filled me in
On his last few hundred years
Living with seals
Living off eels
But living nonetheless, nonetheless, nonetheless
Put your ear to the bonnet of the broke down car
You will hear the hum of the traffic
The sun-blanched bones
The old sea shell
Remembering the Atlantic
Put your ear to the bonnet of the broke down car
You will hear the hum of the traffic
The sun-blanched bones
The old sea shell
Singing the song of Atlantic noises
