Watch scenes from a memory
Play by the lakeside
Lost parts of the scenery
There in a halflife
He walks, he walks beside the lake
Fade in, fade out, a loop he makes
Through silver birches flickering
By concrete towers he disappears
Disappears
Watch him from the road
Framed between the railings
Cut between the stones
And the concrete buildings
Reactor one, reactor two
Are cooler now, and out of use
While in the café cans of coke
Grow slowly flat
Like isotopes
Watch scenes from a memory
Play by the lakeside
Lost parts of the scenery
There in a halflife
Slate mines in the forestry
Shells by the roadside
Lost parts of the scenery
There in a half life
Watch him from the road
Framed between the railings
Cut between the stones
And the concrete buildings
"...because in the imagination you know there's always perfection... in reality, there isn't. Can't be. Can't be. Because in the imagination if you see a fault it changes. It changes just like a cloud, you see. And you can always have perfection in your own mind - it's always beautiful. But when you put it down, when you build it, all the faults are there."