On The Breeze

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 play as characters hope and believe In a dream I go and people come with me Future's right on the slip stream Memory on the breeze --- On The Breeze - Dirty Projectors and Maia Friedman