With a smile on your face,
but a tear in the pocket.
You face the world daily,
not cracking the mask.
Leaving the true face of you,
only for those that can see.
Blessing those fair few,
not just with the pocket tear.
But with the love held by you,
that is held in the other pocket.

With a smile on your face,
but a tear in the pocket.
You face the world daily,
not cracking the mask.
Leaving the true face of you,
only for those that can see.
Blessing those fair few,
not just with the pocket tear.
But with the love held by you,
that is held in the other pocket.

With a smile on your face,
but a tear in the pocket.
You face the world daily,
not cracking the mask.
Leaving the true face of you,
only for those that can see.
Blessing those fair few,
not just with the pocket tear.
But with the love held by you,
that is held in the other pocket.

Night after night I see you appear and I wait,
i wait for the friendly familiarity of you but,
night after night the light on my phone is dead,
always the silence, always the loneliest of lonelies.

Where has the bond gone I thought we shared?
has it’s crimson chord been cut by the fates?
you’re light gone from my endless night?

never did I consider you, who were my cornerstone,
in no world did I picture my castle crumbling.
never did I consider you would cause the tears I spill,
alas, yes, never did I consider.

“Sweet lady under the hill, why are you hiding from me?
Is it my beard? I can lose!
Is it my teeth? I will brush them!
I know, it is my belly! Jog I will!
Yes, that should do!”

And off he went, jogging, singing his song.

“Sweet lady under the hill, where are you hiding now?
Is it my feet? I will shoe them!
Is it my hair? I will cut it!
Is it the hole in my shirt?
I need needle and thread!”

And off he went, jogging, singing his song.

The need for you burns my skin
The need to see you again draws me

I come to you, but alas for naught
I come to you, but you're attention escapes

You're life book has space for me
You have space, but only as a footnote.

I have been a gormless man,
Ibcome to you but ylwish for another.

My oaken refuge has burned to ash,
The warm breeze has become icy winds

Where has my refuge gone? my safe haven?
Where is this Ronan to go now?

From the parapets of life I see you,
hanging out of reach, but only just.

I reach out, your warmth brushing my fingers,
your smile inviting me on to you as you drift.

My mind tells me to back away, to run,
But it is not my mind to which you speak.

It is my heart which you have captured,
yours to play with as long as it’s interesting.

Your smile promises forever,
but your eyes say only a while.