I’m light Quench me slake my smoking chariot In your flood Before the smoke gets too much

I’m going nowhere but So what? I’m in no hurry But God I wish I was I push so hard for love

I can see the water vapour rising steam is invisible the bit between warm gold and

Staring at the cracked pavement saving my eyes from the sun and the scene of flowers tied to a lamppost; can of Stella shoved in amongst

Soaked pebbles and tip toeing pede… Train stations, cold bricks and co… standing in the platform Smiling at beauty sometimes smilin… I’d read Nietzsche and Kafka and…

Come now, don’t tell me to shine l… It’s cliché for one, and false for… Must I really quote the dictionar… Yes I will be 'that guy’. Is it so bad I like to be correct…

The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.

Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that

Wandering from point to point And stretching our legs We do what we do And we lay our eggs But no matter how large

Its almost too cliché a broken heart shaped necklace shattered glass in the corner with a naked wire frame But I can imagine

Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger

I dreamt, vivid, I asked your han… conscious uncaring we whirl togeth… Is it too much to ask for such a c… I know I have asked, and you said… But it’s not easy to drop affectio…