So I'm there Charging around with a juggernaut brow Overdraft, speeches and deadlines to make Cramming commitments like cats in a sack Telephone burn and a purposeful gait
When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch Of a song that I know And the world moves in slow-mo Straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day
And it's you, and it's May And we're sleeping through the day And I'm five years ago And three thousand miles away
Do I have time? A man of my calibre Stood in the street like a sleepwalking teenager No. And I dealt with this years ago I took a hammer to every memento But image on image like beads on a rosary pulled through my head as the music takes hold and the sickener hits; I can work till I break but I love the bones of you That, I will never escape
And it's you, and it's May And we're sleeping through the day And I'm five years ago And three thousand miles away
And I can't move my arm Through the fear that you will wake And I'm five years ago And three thousand miles away