Legendary Pink Dots Oceans Of Emotion
Searching in my drawer, I had to find a photograph of
you. Were you really quite like I remember? Cold
Decembers on a pier, a can of beer between us. We were
dreaming on the railing of sailing on our own into the
sunset: an orange one with palm trees, dolphins bouncing
round the boat. We'd live on coconuts, I'd build a hut in
wood and grass. Strong enough to last us through the
storm, keep us warm. Why did our dream have to die? Tell
me why. You were out there with me. You felt the breeze
past through your hair, held a seashell to your ear,
fearless, flying higher in a world built just for us. No
visitors, nothing there to hurt us. So why did you run
away? No explanation, no communication, not a word. Just
a square inch in the paper said you took your life - what
a waste. Weren't you just a little hasty? God, what a
pitiful waste. Why did our dream have to die? I don't
know why. You could have picked a graceful method: died
like Cleopatra, where no scars remain. A tube train just
does nothing for your figure. My disfigured princess! Do
you watch me through the night? Are you watching now?
Well, I'd like to join you, but I haven't got the
courage. But my dream lives on, will never die, never
die. On and on forever.
