The hill behind the old house
I can trace it with my finger
against the sky I see it still
and draw it down on paper

whatever pulled me over here
you were the main contender
and with the trees against the sky
another life's remembered






some evening skies are yellow
and over my head they're blue
what happened to the green between
it happened to me
too

Vashti Bunyan~Against the sky

Var dag

Har sitt ljus, sin doft och en liten gubbe som skrattar inombords för att ifall man nämner sånt är man troligtvis hög eller väldigt "gammal och erfaren".