Since July the 31st When the winter did its worst I've been pining for a place Where sleep divides the days And the ocean keeps those silences at bay Late last night I was woken by the murmuring Of the insects and insomniacs outside While you slept I went through all my winter clothes And quiet was the only thing I kept With every passing day Seems more difficult to say And forgive me if I'm wrong But you'll forget me when I'm gone Late last night I was woken by the murmuring Of the insects and insomniacs outside But up til then I was dreaming of the the pines along the promenade The summer on my skin It's too long since I saw the sun arising From the faint curve of an unbroken horizon I don't mean to suggest I'm getting older But the city looks it's best over my shoulder