When we walked the streets together All the faces seemed to smile back 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