Every thing is changing,
My eyes feel they see the same,
And yet the people around me change.
I'm swaying to different music,
And touching things in different ways.
I've heard of the ultimate, the extreme, the goal I wish to reach - in hand.
And yet he left, and I quit, and it shattered, and
the house was built facing East.

Face me now,
Oh he'd rather not,
And suddenly six years make sense.


A dull yellow light fizzed over us from a television on some where,
A train pulls away from the station,
A band play their final song,
The curtain falls on a theatre show,
An elderly lady pulls the final thread in a throw,
A dog barks through a garden gate,
A waitress pours a coffee.
And we are no where, I've seen water's surface ripple to more effect.

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Tonight I realised, you may fall for a voice,
And for me that is simply enough. For me, I need, at present, nothing more in love, than the back of a dark venue, head against the wall and music rippling through me.
Between the truth of my reality and the electric in my heart,
Men on the television look like my brother,
And the lady from North sounds like a lost friend.

There's a park somewhere south of the city,
We were there once as youngsters,
If i recall, we were in love, as much as the young can be,
And the sun was long but gone.
Had you ever felt how cold my skin is,
Lied to yourself of my misplaced accent?

I'll lead another,
We can all fall like those do in the pictures.
Trilby hat and a smooth, sweet talker.
But it will be long before another takes a hand like mine,
And so I'll sign, in blood, my sweetest lie,
An etch of identity come to fall!