Shock of teal blue Beneath clouds, gathering In the line of empty black On the waves at the horizon Like a glimpse in a cold, dark space Where I go when I've been short with you I'm bad with words And I have heard the tender things around me I still break your window For the immediate relief To tear apart summers, stuffy and stale rooms To tear about summers, stuffy and stale rooms The fresh air and wind and waves The fresh air and wind and waves Looking further into the distance the bones in my leg lifted From their inward curving line Oh, love escapes the inward line When you have spoiled it At the table Like a child in a fit of protest Screaming out just to hear your name Like a child who would break the window For the fresh air and wind and waves The fresh air and wind and waves To tear apart summers, stuffy in stale rooms To tear apart summers, stuffy in stale rooms To tear apart summers, stuffy in stale rooms The fresh air and wind and waves The fresh air and wind and waves The fresh air and wind and waves The fresh air and wind and waves Creating work for winter