And I’ll always remember those times

the pre-dawn walks with my feet barely dragging across the shingle

Disconnect between the body and the mind my senses gradually awakening to the usual

In the aftermath of someone else’s storm

The morning tide begins with a crystalline freshness blowing doubts across the shingle

So confront the forthcoming day, reset, forget, and stare at the horizon for the sequel

And bring forth the bright lights of the dawn

It’s like a celluloid movie, these are the matinees spent on Southsea common

All the unrivalled beauty as we dare to dream on Southsea common

Here we have happiness in liminality, happiness is liminality

And I ask myself just this can such euphoria exist in these times should my solipsism prevail

With feelings running amok freedom’s for the taking except when everything starts to fail

But then the nightshift always gives way to dawn

It’s like a celluloid movie, these are the matinees spent on Southsea common

All the unrivalled beauty as we dare to dream on Southsea common

Here we have happiness in liminality, happiness as liminality

Does it matter at all with perspectives in sight? Should it matter at all when perspectives feel right? Does it matter at all with perspective’s in sight? Should it matter at all when perspectives feel right? So right

It’s like a celluloid movie, these are the matinees spent on Southsea common

All the unrivalled beauty as we dare to dream on Southsea common

Here we have happiness in liminality, happiness in liminality, happiness in liminality, happiness in liminality

Qui a jamais pu sonder les profondeurs de l’abîme? (who has ever been able to explore the depths of the abyss ?)