Its not a screen that you pass through
A shine in your eyes too bright
A pool outside of a window
Being pulled by the changing light
I cant look directly at it
Your face distorted in the window
Swimming out towards my new life
Dragged in by the undertow
Im Sisyphus
Youre the witness
It's intimate
The violence
It's palpable
To want it all
It's palpable
To want
I cant look directly at it
Your face distorted in the window
Swimming out towards my new life
Dragged in by the undertow
The salt, the spit, the magic
To last, to be romantic
Its not a screen where i can call you
A recording of what you said
All my time i have is diamonds
Rolling around my head
Maybe I could be a diver
Heavy on the sea bed
Sliding into water
Pushing up against the edge
I cant look directly at it
Your face distorted in the window
Swimming out towards my new life
Dragged back by the undertow
The salt, the spit, the magic
To last, to be romantic