The Bones of You

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

Pull through my head as the music takes hold

And the sickener hits, I could 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

For the fear that you will wake

And I'm five years ago

And three thousand miles away

And I'm five years ago

And three thousand miles away

And I'm five years ago

And three thousand miles away

And it's you and its May

And we're sleeping through the day

And I'm five years ago

And three thousand miles away