the sky moves sideways

• we lost the skyline
  we stepped right off the map
  drifted in to blank space
  and let the clocks relapse
  we laughed the rain down
  slow burn on the lawn
  ghosts across the lawn
  swallowed up the storm
  sometimes i feel like a fist
  sometimes i am the colour of air
  sometimes it's only afterwards
  i find that i'm not there
  in the dream dusk
  we walked beside the lake
  we watched the sky move sideways
  and heard the evening break
  sometimes i feel like a fist
  sometimes i am the colour of air
  sometimes it's only afterwards
  i find that i'm not there
  
  en mukemmel porcupine tree sarkilarindan.