for the past, there is always a tear
and for apologies always a longing
and you know now that the solution will never be near
it is a good idea to put the letter in the coffin

see if the shadow is caught
if you can set it free
before it is brought
by the red fire sea

now it is –
well, it is just the next day i seek
i can dance the futuristic waltz –
even with my two left feet

trees and pavements and cars
suburban towns bathed in lampost light
and a well tidied driveway
a garage masquerading as another room

and here i am, just holding you
i cannot help it
stuck to the flipside of a sixpence

there is an awful lot of cold
and an awful lot of loneliness
i would like to stop exchanging gunfire
and exchange it for a little tenderness

i went to the cottage –
on the corner of memory lane
i found it amongst the maps
that made up my brain

just let me hold you tight –
and i promise, i will make it well
you have always fitted the shoe

i am sorry,
i do not fit the bill
for all your pomp and glory
there is a gap that cannot be filled
a nest of insecurities,
hides behind a dream of iron will