When we walked the streets together All the faces seemed to smile back And now the pavements have nothing to offer And all the faces seem to need a slap. There s an unfamiliar grip On an unfamiliar handkerchief Attending to the tears on cheeks I wouldn t notice with you No matter how vicious the grief Her expression was damp and crooked Grabbed onto my throat and won t let go
Save me from the secateurs I ll pretend I didn t hear Can t you see I m a ghost in the wrong coat Biting butter and crumbs There s a handsome maverick You don t talk about to keep me calm And I can t help it if I create a version That pulls you back onto his arm Please don t tell me You don t have to darling, I can sense That he painted you a gushing sunset And slayed angry panthers in your defence.
And he stands separate and ever deadly Clings onto my throat and won t let go.