scribbling on the sandscape
bizarre forgotten tune
springly waters turn to ice
and changing shape and fall and rise
you should have seen
whenever i tried to make you see
what's lost for you
is left in me

reading all the letters
i think i did some time ago
flying over west park
giving in and letting go
looking out the window
watching how the water's coming down
washing over me
until i drown

putting on your make up
you never know i called you back
nights are wide-eyed
and days are nine days long and black
lying on my carpet
never feeling quite allright
counting minutes
through the night