Effortless gulls in the wake silver and white on the bow as the island is broken away from the world
Bandages pulled from the eyes the violent surging of life in the bloodstream of heaven and earth falls away
Stars on the boundary line bloom and recede in the day and the airfield is over the waves
"the golden archipelago", dos shearwater, continua a servir de banda sonora dos meus cinzentos dias. esta pequena mas maravilhosa peça musical lembra "it's getting late in the evening", uma das minhas músicas preferidas dos talk talk.