I walk to feel alive -
As if South Yorkshire is utopia
And I'm an astronaut discovering it for the millionth time.
It's a raw feeling,
I've travelled back by closed eyes and a genie wish
To find those roots again that shoot through me, palliative like beryl rockets.
It's sad though
Because I imagine horses waiting for rain but only strangers came
And so I heard the metro
The ghosts of Bethnal Green lured me back to the land of opportunities
Home ground for love
I was an eagle eyed dove.
It was the only way to live a life worth talking about when I'm old
And before you ask, I'm not sure why I dwell on that fact.
As nice as it would be to be alone, I'm afraid I'll have to cut the seed from my hydrangea heart
Before the Venus fly sunset traps me in for good.