Postcards From… - Robots In Disguise

Sea, dark, indigo and deep

Horizon straighter than it’s ever seemed

Aqua, a cure to the touch

On my way from Praslin to Mahé

Space, blue bright, split in view

Breathing shapes out in verdure

In easy company I can be

In Mesnibus time hangs lightly

None so small, none too sure

None so small, none too sure

Sky, off white, city full

Constrict to construct, shift the scene

Held up, tied down, pushed around

Seasons slurred on the Harrow Road

None so small, none too sure

None so small, none too sure

None so small, none too sure

None so small, none too sure