| Song | Skimming Stones |
| Artist | Autamata |
| Album | Short Stories |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We would hold a stone aligned with the horizon | |
| And then release | |
| It would skim and ride until it dipped beneath the water-line | |
| We made helicopters from sycamore fruits | |
| Those machines were simple | |
| On their way down, turning | |
| I remember scenes painted in watercolours | |
| The colour of dreams | |
| And then patterns formed and nothing more could stem the rising tide | |
| We broke the surface tension | |
| We broke the surface | |
| Now these stones beneath my clothes will always bear the watermark |