First Letters - The Weather Station, Marine Dreams

We haven’t been down this road, but you will someday

Narrow in the trees growing, headlights don’t penetrate

I saw a branch falling like a diving

And I wanted you to see 'cause you would see with understanding

Seven point flowers fall in the tidal flood

Sun dries on our skin and turns the rock walls yellow

Your songs became so wide when I listened in headphones

I wonder what could be conveyed in a song you wrote

Ahh ah ah

Ahh ah ah

Mussels cling to this stones and grow in waves

and spiral shapes

The marsh has come alive and flutters in the evening

With grasshoppers coming to age in the filmy sky

Ahh ah ah

Ahh ah ah

And I wrote ooh

And I wrote ooh

And I wrote ooh

And I wrote ooh

And I wrote ooh