Eternalastonishment

When carrying out gifts that are precious yet not wanted one must realise there is only a cruel self humiliation left Drinks are easy to pour at any time but they don't comfort teetollars I fear that it's time -once again- to bring out the stilettos at last You thought I was falling head first but seriously, I'm just flying away

A mother with six children old man in a dirty raincoat In the swirling undeep water reflection of the stairs A fench around the lunatics' asylum No one out, just everybody in Figures running back when I glimpse a dead chicken dangling You used to live somewhere near when the leaves were green and fresh Now you're on the other side This track is long dividing us But you both are happy there and I am longing to finally hear: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Finsbury Park You can change here for the Victoria Line"

I walked into your house this morning It was empty, no note, no fridge magnet Everything still crispy clean and clever The Christmas decoration untouched I walked into your house this morning A shallow Thank You letter half written To the devil with your civil manners and your money You're just as illiterate as ever I walked into your house this morning Knocking over some family pictures I can't stand the faces, can't stand the smell And no thanks, I won't go to church with you I walked into your house this morning I was no longer expecting to find anything You think you matter but I can disagree You're a shadow, you're unreal,