The stickers built to curl off
For a while
And why they never stay I'll never know

The city could just drop off
And sink
Deep into the harbour there with you

This puffing sent me spinning
To a world
Where there is only me and you

If the wind were just to pick up
To a whirl
The sea is lapping up against the rock

I feel it for a second
But as soon
As its there in front of me I'm somewhere else

Sitting for a minute
Or a year
My perch is hardly cautioned by the days