Colour this page however you will,
it’s how we knew it would be, the picture doesn’t change -
so will you paint it blue and green, or will you paint it beige and grey?
And hear this however you want,
it’s how we knew it was, or how we thought we knew it’d be -
but how we fit in these awkward places so comfortably!
From the rocks on signal hill,
you saw the sails, you saw them fill,
and so did I, and so did I,
from your apartment window, so did I.
Colour this page however you will,
it’s how we knew it would be
the picture doesn’t change – or does it?
When you paint it black, do you hide the lines that do define it?
And hear this however you want – however, the days do become us,
and still they do,
when you demolish the packaging you try to fit me into.
From the rocks on signal hill,
you saw the sails, you saw them fill,
and so did I, and so did I,
from your apartment window, so did I.

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