Caught by the slipstream past steamship island
Dangerously close to the skeleton coast
Held in a cloudburst, echoing the rain
Chiming percussion, a fleeting refrain

The summer backwards

Through the summer backwards
Buoyed on a soundwave
On a clear morning, a gold and silver day
Winding through the straits longing for the shore
Drowning in words, searching for the lost score

The summer backwards

Gliding the shallows, maze of coral
Underwater frescos, worlds we swallowed
Taken from a dream, Venus and the mast
Sphinx beneath the sea, smile behind the mask

The summer backwards

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Writer(s): CHRIS SQUIRE, ROGER FRANK KING, STEVE HACKETT