With thoughts of old childhood birthday blossoms,
and crisp, clear fragrant summer mornings never to be forgotten
the gift of peace to a commitment untold
and the life and heart of the country unfold

from the birth of fawn to the parting of old bones
the lush of leaf or the solemn of stone
with the gush of stream and the call of bird
this country could entice the soul of any to turn

the sodden wet grass from a night of refresh
with the elegant  bluebells littered like trade stands across Marrakech
the love and flesh of a greater power once said
and the flavour and colour to be feasted once again

by the old man gamekeeper the luckiest man I've met

do you still love me ?
cause my emotions are not your playground
to sit and fantasise about what we had is great to pass the time

but to shove it in my face
and after this bitter ******* taste
has left me in a box
where the only way out is to push it off
and put a smile on my face
and say ohh i still love you and hey don't worry its ok

but the time spent in this box has given me a key
to think about life and how, babe this aint to be
to nudge myself
back into the sea from this idyllic sanctuary
but im left in the bay with all the strings pulling me back that way
and believing your **** and continuing this falsity
cause we had it all
but all we had was you and a little part of me

with all your naive little messages and your **** over the fone
leading me on like a dog to ******* bone

and the **** adds up believe me now
my hearts been beaten like a badly behaved belgian kid with a ******* mattenklopper
and all that dust and all that muck and with all my passion and all my hate spilling out onto the street without the quintessential break

to collect my ****
to retrieve my heart
to repair my pride

and be done with you and be on my way

Rainy Manchester nights bash against the windows,
I can feel the winds of change assaulting my psyche
for better or for worse? With each passing verse,
I become less sure, but I know that these
things make me happy, make me smile
and for a while, these are the things that I need
I need to live, and to feel, nothing good comes
from hiding yourself away in your castle
out of your comfort zone, into another facet of your psyche's
comfort zone, home is where the heart is,
but where is the heart most comfortable,
but when I can't tell what language to speak
to myself, how can I tell what language to speak to others,
in a world, where no one understands what they mean
how can you properly explain how you feel.
How can you translate a genuine feeling to others
when its so hard to feel genuinely.
I want to speak in absolutes,
I want to breathe definitively and to know
what I know, and what I believe,
needs to be what I know, and what I believe.

i want to learn more about chemistry and a glimmer of astronomy,
more insight into equine dentistry, and maybe a little of what's wrong with me,
why i cant seem to every get my act together,
why my feet fall far from themselves, my footsteps look so scattered,
purposelessly, i desperately crave for them to have mattered.
why i cant stop destroying beautiful things,
and why i cant stop feeling like a caged bird that sings.

You bought me some good presents.
Some lasting presents.
A lasting presence,
Now that you are gone.

You always remarked on the light
And now when I see sunlight,
I think of you.

You took me to the beach,
Now when I see the beach,
I think of you.

You bought me a coffee machine
And every morning as I get my hit
I think of you.

Winter scarves and hats
Are wooly thoughts of you.

Smoking out the window -
Naughty thoughts of you.

Trying not to smoke -
A thought for you.

Marmite on toast -
I think of you.

A pretty girl -
Some other you.

A naked girl -
I try not to, but...

I think of you
So much more
Now you are gone
And I'm not sure
If I will ever
Not think of you
Again.

There's only one thing
That could stop these thoughts -
To be with... you again.

Just you.

You.