We walked from Footscray all the way to Seaholme And we talked about what we did when we were kids We asked each other stupid questions, talked about the silly things If only it could always be like this We followed the path 'round the coast in the sunshine You couldn't help but hold me to you close And when you touched me I felt an aching Fear of losing, fear of breaking It took a while for that feeling to go We both knew we were just treading water Eventually drowned each other Grab hold of you, pulled you under Minds already the bluest colour It's now I remember all of the best times Like when we camped under stars when we first met We climbed a hill to those abandoned trams Lay together underneath the pines and Skinny-dipped in the river as the sun set And in all of the pictures where we're together smiling We both held our own wounds deep in our chests Sometimes we wanted to scream aloud But it's easier to shut them out Than risk breaking our many woven threads We both knew we were just treading water Eventually drowned each other Grab hold of you, pulled you under Minds already the bluest colour Would it be wrong to call this grieving Losing someone who is still breathing Smouldering, aching, fear of leaving Pitiful, lonely, helpless feeling Swing between numbness, body heaving Try to ignore my faltered breathing