There's a hickey on his heart
But he has nothing to complain
He got it from a cigarette
A velvet smiling flame

All fingernails and lipsticked lips
Made trails down his spine
He didn't feel a single thing
Just laughed and mumoured "fine"

And now it's just too fucking late
To realise what she'd done
The hickey on his little heart
Grew big and then it won.

You’re just a small white dot in the middle of the sea
Barefoot, blind and entwined with me

Took off your shoes and said nothing at all
Was easier that way- not to fall, to fall
Into something else, out of our depths
Where my toes don’t touch and I take small breaths

Drag your eyes over here and show me
Just how pretty you can be
Drag your mouth over here and teach me
Just how pretty we can be

The other night I was on your shoulders real tall
It was so easy to fall, to fall.

(The butterfly bird was in my hand and shook
Its death feathers quietly into the sand.)

Then we were back in the middle of the sea

You

Barefoot, blind and entwined with me.

Do you hear that sound?
It's called rain.
Do you feel that sound?
It's called pain.

That curtain really is too sheer
The businessmen, they get too near
They know they have nought to fear
Because that girl, she cannot hear.

She's deaf and blind and mute and dumb
Barely dares to chew her thumb
Just sits and beats upon a drum
Waiting for that man to come.

It seems she was just another fleeting impression
Meddling amongst your moments of transgression

Tired, dog eared, tucked into your retro suitcase
Memento of some eighteen year old embrace.

And sometimes she just can’t answer the phone
For fear of the uncertain and the unknown

She just lets it sit and hum, what else can she do?
And in any case, anyway- it’s never you.

It’s never you.

Growing divorced from that town, those faces
Falling into this city, these spaces

But somehow never quite learning to stay awake
Sleep is the only thing she doesn’t have to fake.

(It’s free and it’s clean

It’s safe just to dream.)

(and the heart, well it hurt- and it turned out that nothing could separate the vertebrae and from that day on he only got to look at children.)