Softening her winter With his eyes Sitting in the meadow In disguise Feeling his way Touching the stone Watching the day Through a telephone Colours in the carnage of his hand Lose it in the debris on the stairs Feeling his way Touching her hand Making his way To the panstand He's in the sky He's in the tide He's in the trees And the buzz of the night Feet in the sand Watching life Through Julian's eyes (Just repeat it) Softening the winter With his smile Sitting in the doorway Counting tiles Feeling his way Touching life Watching the day Through quiet eyes Elephants and spiders In his hand Capital letters Green and red Feeling his way Making a start Watching the day Through cut glass He's in the sky He's in the grass He's in the winter And the curve of the stars Feet in the sand Watching life Through Julian's eyes