I thought I was swimming
Through heaven’s eye
In the waiting room
Reading up about Pager
Until my mother cried
I hope I’ll see her soon
I step forward
You go backward
Now I think in
Pools of colour
Splashed all over the papers
Then every word I said
Became headline stamp
I was blinded
I couldn’t see
Oh no,
what you to me
There’s of colour
around my mind
I step forward
You go backward
Now I think in
Pools of colour
my mind
my shoulders
my mind