The Summer Backwards - Chris Squire, Steve Hackett, Squackett

Caught by the slipstream past steamship island

Dangerously close to the skeleton coast

Held in a cloudburst, echoing the rain

Chiming percussion, a fleeting refrain

The Summer Backwards

Through the summer backwards

Buoyed on a soundwave

On a clear morning, a gold and silver day

Winding through the straits, longing for the shore

Drowning in words, searching for the lost score

The Summer Backwards

The Summer Backwards

The Summer Backwards

Gliding the shallows, maze of coral

Underwater frescos, worlds we swallowed

Taken from a dream, Venus and the mast

Sphinx beneath the sea, smile behind the mask

The Summer Backwards

The Summer Backwards

The Summer Backwards

The Summer Backwards