on the breeze

Dirty Projectors

In the rooms where windows open to the sea
In the terrace courts where kids are playing leisurely
In the quiet place where lines still trace to me
Echo onto the ceiling
Memory on the breeze

Low the pull and high the tides, this summer heat
Throw the shade care of the Tar and Eucalyptus trees
Pulls us over to the oaken canopy
Songs flow by in the evening
Memory on the breeze

Heather growing with an appetite to feed
Do the dramas lay as characters [?] believe
In a dream I go and people come with me
Future's right on the slip stream
Memory on the breeze