Sometimes I catch an outline
There are moments when I'm almost sure it's safe to hold my head up
And look into your precious eyes in search of you
Still it's just an outline

Those sideways glances... I see you doubt me
Our self-centred needs have left us floating when we should be holding hands
A pair of hands. A share of hands. A comfort-no distortion

Gazing down at my old shoes, there's nothing awkward
I can move and still be seen, I can lie with you and keep it clean
I'll slide in through the back door to the corner of your eye
Still, we're sinking as we shiver in a world which has no mirrors
Where the glass is just a sliver, where the river's always dry
Where 'time and tide' is just an outline, and always in retreat