is it you?
riding the dreams that i breathe
autumn leaves from changing trees
gently fall to their end

you are a friend for the light
you are a friend for me, that’s alright
you are safe with me as i am with you
you are a friend that is right

so what have l left to lose
i am not feeling sorry for myself
but after everything,
i am left a little battered and bruised

last night, went out
and looked all around and fell about
laughing we were
suddenly realising,
that you had taken me somewhere else

i rush for my tube
on my worn city feet
from the rich to the poor
husky buskers
and not such a sweet bird in a restaurant door

friends come and go
occupying my affections
others disappear in the light
give us some direction
and we shall be alright

i have got your attention
as you are passing my direction
but it is only going to be a brief moment
i will not have your full affection

shielded from lights too bright
by your face as dark as the night
held back from pits of fire
by the voice they said is a liar

out of here
out of reach
on paradise beautiful beach
out of here
no callback telephones