You were the Sun, were the Moon, were the Stars,
You were the cosmos taken too far
A surfeit of treacle, it squid inks the stars
The sirens and the blackout dance with their scars

We’ll cock a hoop, prize your hand from the handrail –
The balcony couldn’t hold you, you irrepressible girl
We’ll staunch the flow, bung the tap, dam it all
(But) The padlocked art of your precious heart will overflow.

Hit this town like a hurricane in a hat
I’ve been expecting expectorant to be spat
He’ll stick you up, he’ll dress you down
There’s not much to say
The leitmotif of this little piece
Is he’ll get his own way.

I saw the prize of a noble incision
Rippling like a stone on the water
I cried my desire from the roof to the pantry
Scattering your history like breadcrumbs
It’s water off a duck’s back, a spat between friends
We’ll sew it back, you’ll be good as new then.

But the hall dissolves
And we’re all involved
And our tailbones retire.
Fractured by
The moonlight
Of our desire

But your skin unfolds
And a world evolves
To a stranger place
And the world revolves
As our eyes roll
At a similar pace.