Leaves of brown and green watching
as the fire reveals a destiny for us
flames that lick their lips at the change
of solid and tangible into smoke
On a beach of melancholy teenagers
who destroy themselves for something
that they can't explain or focus on
the big picture that is still being drawn

Bottles of brown and green offering
their joyous and deceptive contents up
ready to infiltrate our consciousness
convince us that the weight has lifted
A sea of liquid to baptise our brains
then we dance and talk of this rebirth
forgetting about thoughts of maths or emotion
the new beginning we've been dreaming of

Leaves of brown are falling in the sunrise
the day reveals that gravity has won again
our heavy heads are hard to lift now
and the breaking waves outside sing up
a song of measured secrets that expose
themselves a beautiful harmony of movement
The moon under which we slept last night
brings them to us with its strong will

Bottles of green bloom in the sand
empty shells left behind from the war
we fought the best we could all night
and momentarily there was a surrender
a decoy that we fell for too easily
Now, in the morning light, it's obvious
the horizon arcs itself out before us
a new beginning comes every day
a new beginning; with every day...

(2005)