We see the place around us un-crease
And watch the spaces open out
Through all the progress we hardly even notice We leave impressions on the ground
The old friends behind us drift in and out of english And the spaces fill with sound
We sit and you think the movement sounds like music And feels like music, C.R.Y
I see you reading, I can’t believe I see you
Moves water in me, C.R.Y
You see me really, call me something tender Scratch some letters in my arm:
I.C.U and C.R.Y
ICUICRY
Who told you so? I, I said it - yes. See? See what?
See Toodyay, Northam, something, Kondinin, something, Kelleberrin
Achievable Outback Cafe, ok
Something strange is with us, see? I feel so much and you feel so much and it feels free And approaching all the time, there! Where?
I see you: abundant, precious, familiar, left in a sieve, uncommon grace
And everything opening is cut further and further until this old pipe, this mostly parallel - Merredin, Karrabin, Koolyanobbing - that starts and starts in the sea is drifting all the time What happened here? Shy Heathwren, I pretend, Golden Whistler
In Southern Cross, in Bonnie Vale where I see you
I couldn’t before, but now I do
And it moves me
ICUICRY, drifting off from time to time
I feel normal, I feel light just to see you wasting time Moving, moving C.R.Y
Losing something, R.I.P
All the people C.R.Y, I.C.U.I.C.R.Y