We live on a mountain
right at the top
there’s a beautiful view
from the top of the mountain
every morning i walk towards the edge
and throw little things off
like:
car-parts, bottles and cutlery
or whatever i find lying aroundit’s become a habit
a way
to start the day

i go through this
before you wake up
so i can feel happier
to be safe up here with you

it’s real early morning
no-one is awake
i’m back at my cliff
still throwing things off
i listen to the sounds they make
on their way down
i follow with my eyes ’til they crash
imagine what my body would sound like
slamming against those rocks

and when it lands
will my eyes
be closed or open?

i’ll go through all this
before you wake up
so i can feel happier
to be safe up here with you

 

 

            – Bjork

 

 

I remember driving around Margaret River one morning, after rain.

This song was playing.

The car was quiete all except for these beautiful words buzzing around.

The window was open and when I closed my eyes I could see patterns; the sun glaring through gaps in the trees.

The promise of a new day, a morning of family and a feeling of security.

Security lingered for a while but her presence would not be felt for long.

After all.

Nothing lasts.