London a very green blue
Couples laying and walking
Sharing a kiss between sips
Wearing shorts and long dresses
Thinking about the news
Some tragedy after another
Only have a few pairs of shoes
Wear them for so long
Come full circle to the old ones
Asked whether they’re brand new

Although in the end
The chord never stretched that far
Everything taking a bit longer
Young man with olds tricks
The same tissues for cleaning up
Daydreaming about roofs to paint on
With splattered heads
Cycling and getting hit by a car
Far enough to wander close enough to wonder
What you are doing right now
Trust me to be reading the bible
Laying with a soft pillow
Squeezing the flickering candles
With the tips of my fingers
Holding you with ash
Subsumed in darkness
Until the mother tongue
Kisses your lips
She lost her purse
And kissed her teeth
Now I’m repressing my depression
And just feel emptiness

Tiptoeing across hot sands
Wandering the sky

To figure things out
Never really know
Whether right or wrong

Easier being
A sore thumb

To lead us back to where we started
Laying on the grass looking at the moon
Waiting for our bodies to warm down

Another line to be drawn
Another problem found
Another maze to get lost