Let fall my gown pale and bare
My colours figure in the robe you wear
And pull my mind in all you do
And you don’t mind it’s all the same to you

There’s so little time, leave all my shame behind
And I’m not here I’ve left and drawn the blinds
And I’m not laughing; can you see my lips move?
And I’m not crying, nothing left to prove

I light a cigarette, smoke rising
My thoughts all peter out
I’ve no head of steam

I’m not here, I’m not weary tonight
It’s not me; I’m not what you see at all
I’m not fine; I’m not anything at all
Give me time to collect my wandering thoughts

I am water
In the harbour of my soul
Where the waves lap on the quay

Music and words: R. Galjaard/P. Mills