On The Breeze - Dirty Projectors

In the rooms where windows open to the sea

In the terrace courts where kids are playing leisurely

In the quiet place where lines you trace to me

Echo out to the ceiling

Memory on the breeze

Low the pool and high the tides, this summer heat

Throw the shade care of the Tar and Eucalyptus trees

Pulls us over to the oaken canopy

Songs flow by in the evening

Memory on the breeze

Heather growing with an appetite to feed

Do the dramas play as characters hope and believe?

In a dream I go and people come with me

Future’s right on the slipstream

Memory on the breeze