Boat (Rameses B Remix) - Zoë Phillips/Rameses B

If photographs would tell a story

Would these postcards be in black and white

Shaded by the leaves that bind so freely

Cracks in the trees let through the light

Do the trees whisper on the side walk

Do the waves in the water talk

If I sketch out an atlas on the lake skin

Drift as wood as I wait

If I take back the compass to the water

Would I find you or would it be too late

If I sketch out an atlas on the lake skin

Drift as wood as I wait

If I take back the compass to the water

Would I find you or would it be too late

Do the trees whisper on the side walk

Do the waves in the water talk

If I sketch out an atlas on the lake skin

Drift as wood as I wait

If I take back the compass to the water

Would I find you or would it be too late

If I sketch out an atlas on the lake skin

Drift as wood as I wait

If I take back the compass to the water

Would I find you or would it be too late