Trading names with the wind Fall to ball in the eyes of a friend Restless branches, that soon will retire Uphold these in the light Draw a penny from the floor to a source of delight with A cliche my Grandma adores And I couldn't hope or ask for more Feather view, welcome find Stay with stillness, the ticking brings time to attention Feet falling flat on the floor And I couldn't hope or ask for more 'Cos you see... The light, it was just perfect The freezer was noisy but perfect The dirt on my jeans it was perfect When seen through these eyes right now