Lyrics by Dan Rennie

Rosa weighs on duvets - cold in bed
Breathing dreams of mountain scenes into your head
Silence wants to be heard
Nightly stirs turned to simple words by the ghost
Though she never has much to say
You’re not listening anyway, anyway

Rosa the eyeball floater - down to size
Climbs on capillaries in the edges of your eyes
Peripherally
Rosalie scales the red tree of the ghost
Though she never has that much to say
You’re not listening anyway

Mystery Rosa
Mystery Rosa
Mystery Rosa
Try now to know the ghost
Making moisture
Form along the wall
Know that you can sense her blow
But feel no air at all
Stop the world whirling
Slow your sense of time
For the moment of perception you may find

Through binned telescopic bottles of shampoo
You find the sunshine smells of hair that you once knew
In the morning you clean
A silver sheen from the wet dream of the ghost
Though she never has much to say
You’re not listening anyway

Mystery Rosa
Mystery Rosa
Mystery Rosa
Try now to know the ghost
Making moisture
Form along the wall
Know that you can sense her blow
But feel no air at all
Stop the world whirling
Slow your sense of time
For the moment of perception you may find

Mystery Rosa
Mystery Rosa
Mystery Rosa
Try now to know the ghost
Though she never has that much to say
You’re not listening anyway

Since we said bye
I’ve tiptoed up into the sky
Twisting above your garden trees
I glide on a north-eastern breeze till the
Clouds become my ground
The wind has shaped a pearl of sound in me
Signalling the light
Rolling back the screen of night to
Reveal the waves of glittering blue dawn

Now I’m gliding home from yours
Up to the sea in the sky
High over your house
There’s no ground
I’m a creature of air
Every moment transforming
Turning over the night
To the morning light
Flying home from your house
Gliding back from yours

Since we said bye
I’ve tiptoed up into the sky
With you I think I may not fit
But the balloon will need the child’s grip
More than the child will need the balloon
You cannot drift up towards the moon like me
But the light is kind
Your gentle hand rolls back the blind as
Daylight breaks all over our new land

Now I’m gliding home from yours
Up to the sea in the sky
High over your house
There’s no ground
I’m a creature of air
Every moment transforming
Turning over the night
To the morning light
Flying home from your house
Gliding back from yours

I can see the ripple of water
The silver edge of the sea
A distant shimmer in the sky
May it never end for me
May the beauty last forever

Now I’m gliding home from yours
Up to the sea in the sky
High over your house
There’s no ground
I’m a creature of air
Every moment transforming
Turning over the night
To the morning light
Flying home from your house
Gliding back from yours
Flying home from your house
Gliding back from yours