take me to the further
down a bottomless pit
to find all the truths
that you cannot admit

or hang me high
above all the lies
then bury my body
where the lonely heart dies

I'll belong to a summer
That will welcome the nights
Where there's flames that will flicker;
All the way to The Heights

When a love comes to call
Is when I'll lay down my head
And I'll sleep until winter
With him in my bed

The theme of this city
Is what darkens the lights
When it's almost dawn
As we play cat and mouse

The tone of the evening
Won't ever be read
Because we will sleep all day
Together in bed

I saw me crying in the mirror
whilst I pulled the paint of the walls
and I won’t ever be forgotten
while I’m running down the halls

I’ll keep swinging from the ceiling
in and out of your dreams
to keep saving you from your nightmares
of our heartbroken themes

I felt as pure as the sea
And as soft as the sand
The day we walked down the pier
At quarter past five

We sat on a bench
With your hand in mine
It never looked as perfect
The mouth of the Tyne

somebody once told me
they want old me back
but i'm too afraid to say
they can't have the old me back

somebody once told me
that something was missing
and i told them
to keep reminiscing

Grasping the fabrics
Where I lay down my head
I'm pressed up against
The wall of the bed

There's a fog in my ears
But a warmth there inside
Draped deep within me
Is the place where you hide

can you feel the full extent
of the power that lives deep within me
now you do not have your blood stained hands
constrictively tied around my neck?

I can smell
each fibre of this moment
The stench of the present
and a linger of the past;
so that when I wake up in the morning
a shadow can be cast

Draped in all our sheets
we are the purest kind of white
When I'm tucked into your chest
just before the pouring light

The kiss upon my forehead
means a break within the truth
That we are formidably broken;
at our fall, we are uncouth

You do not see the tremble
Wired beneath my skin and my hallowed hands
As I hover amongst the lost and stolen

I am every gypsy in the wind this night
And every thought crossed
              Blackened alley’s alone

On the night I am found
In the ridges of November;

On the stealth lightning
That hashes my insides
To the autumn fire of years cease
              and tango

‘til eternity's end.

There's a silvery moon
That is guiding the night
A constellation of stars
Webs a beacon of light

If you could see
The things that I've seen
Then you'd never feel
Entirely clean

And if you could feel
The things I've felt
You'd also have a heart
That would not melt

I’ll thrash the seas
to the east
and bring the wind
from the north
when the sun is
in the south
I’ll be as wicked
as the **west

Dress me in purple.
In violet.
In pink.

Say that I am Abused.
Used.
Even wrongfully accused.

Tell me I’m evil.
Damaged.
A freak.

But the best parts of you
only exist in the words that I speak.

Our love lost it’s meaning
like the clouds had lost their thunder  
and I no longer served a purpose
because I had long lost my wonder

Although I planted a thousand stars  
into the shadows of your head
you’ve never saw the beauty
in any of the words that I’ve said

'suppose none of it matters
and who cares if i'm desired?
turns out brain and heart
have always been hard-wired

tired of the evening
even more so of the night
exhausted from the tears
all the wrongs i could not right

you caught my heart
after the closing of the door
and so you weren't around
to see the blood stains on the floor

i wanted us
but then you wanted him
and making myself thin
did not mean that I would win

You could spill all your secrets
on to my bed

Or drown me
in all of the lies
that I keep being fed

Why don’t you laugh at the poetry
and all the words that I’ve said?

Or ask me to get on my knees

Or get the **** out of your head

Put together this thousand piece puzzle
I've got cities in my head
And I build them from rubble

The needle drags
Your threads to my heart
Mending the places
Where I’ve come apart

And your woven tapestry
Runs lines in the sun
Twirling in circles;
I come slowly undone

There beneath the surface
A clock-face there in two
Time forever broken
A darkened saddened hue

Tracing fingers
obliged to stroke a map
float across a pond
and dance with just a tap
lands of promise
and secrets yet to see
take us to the places
that they said I'd never see

It was when you had your tongue stuck down November’s throat
That meant I’d soon lose the hands that you’d tuck inside of December’s coat

Still, I lost a family to which I thought I belonged
But I couldn’t face your mother’s heart which I knew I had wronged

I could sit up all night pouring myself onto my bed
Only in tear-drenched fabrics would we have ever been ‘wed

And only to me, I wonder if your Father would have given you away
But if he did, I would have owed him for a debt that I could never repay

If I knew your side of the bed would have been cold this long
I’d play you back Track Eleven on Glory Days and hit repeat on the song

I climbed up inside you
In a way that would weave
A heart to a heart;
With all the tricks up my sleeve

When you left in the morning
I lay there in bed
Slowing dying
From the tears that you'd shed

I told myself you may have loved him
but only out of spite
and that I hide behind your eyelids
when he's turning out the lights

i can see around us that
the city building rooftops fake heartbreak into our heads
and the lights are just like visions
as we think silently about who we’ve both had in our beds

in a city that’s full of people
on a ordinary winters night
tell me why does it want you to find me
a coincidence, right?

we were once the dust of you arriving in a taxi
that we'd spun into gold
and here we are sat on a bench feeling something weird
when we thought we’d finally gone cold

your eyes were saying what your lips could not
and above where we sat
every single memory of us projected through the skies
while i hide every real thought under my hat

you couldn't break away
entering the subway to bury us underground
i'll shout only something real
regardless of the crowd

so i guess i will divide us only the numbers
that exist purely in your mind
and you can subtract me in the morning
as we begin to viciously unwind

Please go harder
        Now faster
Then stop
If only enough time
    To keep our eyes
        On the clock

Turning over soils
planting the new seeds
Starting life again
and pulling out the weeds

when you are laughing
are you crying
when you’re under her thong?
or do you think about yourself dying
over the weight of my song?
and I could tell you
I could fake it
I could never be wrong
but you won’t ever find me broken
over the weight of a song

When I was made of stone
I bruised some hearts
And piece by piece
I tore them apart

Now that I'm feeling
It's my heart that's bruised
And piece by piece
I'm falling apart

I spit in your fire
and it hungers my heat,
It boils
    and rages
      to my sugar beet.

Smothered to a flicker
when you curl
at a flame;
but fires won't light
when I'm whispering your name.

put us down
where our dreams go to die
in the dusty old attic
where our throats become dry

in ten or so years
you will strumble across
what could have been
and what you thought you had lost

savage was the wind
that blew the smoke in my eyes
as it raged from the fires
that burned your name into my skies

still you plucked at the fabrics of my heart  
that were bursting at the seams  
so now uncoiled is the thread
that once tied you into my dreams