There’s something beautiful about a woman who doesn’t care

The challenge to make you see

And while the wind swept style from your hair

You swept me right off my feet

Though with every glance I chanced

My mind moulded an army of doubts you wouldn’t stay

But the softness of your touch as we danced

And the sweetness of your kiss kept them all at bay

Where are you going? It’ll soon be sunrise

Can’t we sit and talk until then like old times?

Can I fall asleep in your lap whilst you pick at the moss?

I had it all when I was little but now this big boy is lost

Now in a cracked mirror with four more years to go,

Sinking eyes study greying hairs in growing zones

They match the clouds that accompany me but you know

I don’t mind; they save me from being alone

Did I punch above my weight with you?

I walked hunched so I could be straight with you

You may be marbled with malice but aren’t we all?

My arms lie open, in to which I wait for you to crawl

So where are you going? It’ll soon be sunrise

Can’t we sit and talk until then like old times?

Can I fall asleep in your lap whilst you pick at the moss?

I had it all when I was little but now this big boy is lost

Would you ever have left if you knew how much you’d be missed?

From time to time I glimpse a ghost of you but you’re not here

So I keep your lipstick stain on a cup to relive our first kiss:

Through swirling worlds, I smelt your perfume; you smelt my fear

But now you are going and it’ll soon be sunrise

Why can’t we sit and talk until then like old times?

Can I fall asleep in your lap whilst you pick at the moss?

I had it all when I was little but now this big boy is lost