Lyrics

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 ?)