From the coast you see everything architects leading you and me to the sea quickstep you're not far from home you're a roman when in rome tree lines hugging you and me parallel like the car pairs crossing on the firth of forth time is all that I have to make you mine year endings race in record time and as they pass I fail to grasp outstretched offerings with atlantic laughter lines it's only when you stop you realise that you're moving travelling in tongues pristine water drowning.