a memory, an illusion, and it's gone a friend, a bright dawn, hope, my keys, a swan I'm seeing, why'm I fleeing, this is new my gliding, dancing, ever flowing view a rapt spectator of this ride I'm on a hilltop tango with Sabine and Ron my office, to a yacht, in Avignon loose fragments of these dizzy scenes flit through and it's gone spun faces, conjured places, dazzle on Belinda's offer twists into a con I'm raging, but there's nothing I can do the ride sweeps on, she's gone, I'm here with you soft touches and the beach we'd sit upon and it's gone