Upon this rainy day
I stand on a boggy bed
Alone, untouched, unscathed
All to clear my head

For if I return I am hurt
And if I run I am without
This day of wet and murk
Is the best without a doubt

My thoughts are washed away
Onto this muddy plinth
I want to run and play
But I'm cursed, stuck and skint

And now I must return
And recall the deep, dark blue
I cannot help but burn
For I cannot escape from you