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 ?)