Echoes of memories we don't even have, you'll know them
By the tang of flambeed strawberries at the back of your teeth
When you walk through the village main
And see me beside you in every reflection, in the shop windows
We are laughing and pointing and leaning against each other
You will smell my perfume in the snow on the mountain
And feel my caress when you topple in the powder

We can tire each other out putting our blinders on
Focusing in the motion and control of each leg
bound to each skii in a beautiful machination
of each day we spend living in isolation

We can drive until we lose the road and
Lose our culture, lose our language
We can drink until the lights become loud
And the ringing in our ears is deja vu
To all the times we said we'd stay together
And each body passing us in crowded clubs and bars
Will have a hint of me, a hint of you
So much so it'll send you reeling

Always in your peripheral
I will never be there
No matter how I wish you were still here