Flux Detail

Bear Quartet · Early Years [2003]

spring again and anything's for sale

as usual I am no one

where every word and moment

is treated as something crucial and sucks



in the evening dew

with a can or two

I hang around and wait for you

fenceleaning and dreaming

of something new

making no waves



beyond the tracks of an overgrown beach

where insects hum round the flames from an oildrum

we're drifting into oblivion

and out of reach crashing the waves



ba ba ba ba da

in the evening dew

with a bruise or two

fenceleaning and dreaming

of a good day and evening

they're known to happen

even here



in the evening dew

with a can or two

I hang around and wait for you

fenceleaning and dreaming

of something new

making no waves