I'll finish this jigsaw. I'll find the pieces behind the couch. I dream we were slow dancing. I dream I knew your name. Between sleep and waking we're drinking flavored vodka in bed.
She asked me to work on that knot. Now I've been at that. Coalface some time. I've been trying to untie that knot. I'm trying to work it to a soft spot.
I need some crayon light. I need some coloring in. I need somebody who's going to give in. . I need my own moon landing. I need a mission to Mars. I need to carry out repairs by the light of your star.
It was part of our experiment. Went you said go and I went. Like a gooseberry on Noah's ark. . I watched them file in two by two. And I set sail without you.
She's like a stellar. She's got a fella. She knows Italian too. She just started driving you. . I feel I know the man on Mir. I'd love to see what he can see.
What's with the angel and what's with the devil. They keep swapping shoulders and I can't tell which from which. "Will you be my Kris kindle? Will you be my better nature?".
Out into pitch black. Where the moon lay upon its back. Driving deep into the throat. Of the countryside. . Strapped tight into. Centre of scene. Starry open attic night.