Picture This - Beams

Colour this page however you will

It’s how we knew it would be, the picture doesn’t change —

So will you paint it blue and green, or will you paint it beige and grey?

And hear this however you want

It’s how we knew it was, or how we thought we knew it’d be —

But how we fit in these awkward places so comfortably!

From the rocks on signal hill

You saw the sails, you saw them fill

And so did I, and so did I

From your apartment window, so did I

Colour this page however you will

It’s how we knew it would be

The picture doesn’t change — or does it?

When you paint it black, do you hide the lines that do define it?

And hear this however you want — however, the days do become us

And still they do

When you demolish the packaging you try to fit me into

From the rocks on signal hill

You saw the sails, you saw them fill

And so did I, and so did I

From your apartment window, so did I