Box of Tissues
going anywhere,
Surely they must be loaded with
more than simple matter,
Floating on top and gracefully tending
to the same pole,
All the small boats on the water
going nowhere
Is it true that none of them, will ever
break free and sail?
Feel the night is made of rocks,
the stagnant mass...
Is it true that none of them, will ever
break free and sail?
Break free from the stagnant boats,
left in obscurity
All the faces with their eyes closed,
giving a smile,
weightless
Like a body that would vacate t
Ballad Of A Running Man
Crème caramel, shy and shivering
Ring my bell so well
There's something moving slowly over us
Doesn't matter what you think or where you go
The reason why I'm losing my crust
A giddy contribution
You are merely dealing just enough
To keep the man alive
And sanitised
And keep a lid on his lust
And your wedding night thighs
Kept me alive
All through the good times
When the passion was ripe
Crème caramel, shy and shivering
Ring my bell so well
Smooth and sweet and really unctuous
And our love is mushed
And boy I'm feeling really bruised
I keep thinking my heart isn't true
But it keeps the man alive
I'll take an axe to that lie
When I'm moody and nude
And your wedding night thighs
Kept me alive
All through the good times
And your river blue eyes
Kept me alive
All through the good times
All through the good times
When the passion was ripe