Squackett summer backwards

Caught by the slipstream past steamship island
Dangerously close to the skeleton coast
Held in a cloudburst, echoing the rain
Chiming percussion, a fleeting refrain
The summer backwards
Through the summer backwards
Buoyed on a soundwave
On a clear morning, a gold and silver day
Winding through the straits longing for the shore
Drowning in words, searching for the lost score
The summer backwards
Gliding the shallows, maze of coral
Underwater frescos, worlds we swallowed
Taken from a dream, Venus and the mast
Sphinx beneath the sea, smile behind the mask
The summer backwards