Indian Ocean Virgin Snow

Buses and trains and taxis flying over the road
There's so little left to tell you sometimes
That I could head home and
Into a blankness that till you arrive
Could strike me dumb
For you're an Indian Ocean you're virgin snow
You're a song unsung and
When springtime ends and closes its show
When winter frost presses up our windows
There you are fast asleep breathing
So warm and so close
It puts this fear in me like you could never know

The war of the factory the pull of king tides
The threats from above
The hesitant steps that can shake us down
Well let's call it love
And you stole my memory
You shook it up
Turned it into snow flakes
And when I looked behind me
I just saw fog
Just fog in my way
And when autumn ends and leaves us its leaves
And when winter sleeps well let's let it be
For some things should not be woken
From their leaden dreams
Let them become like ancient history
And let the past be what it's supposed to be