Robert Forster Pandanus
It was one day at five thirty
I went down to the beach
The afternoon was dying
There was purple at its feet
I love the shades of nightfall
The faded blues and greys
The silver on the water
Seems to push so many things away, all away
The candle of the day
Has burnt down to wick
The candle of the night
Has not yet been lit
One hour and five minutes
That's all I ever need
To take the faith from the mothership
See the glory god this is what I need, what I need
One hour in that air
Some gentle people there
Nothing's going to get you or bring you down
The sun has gone and it's taken your troubles somewhere,
somewhere
