There’s now too much
I need to learn
Too many islands left
And shores to link
Fire together
Wire together
Eyes dilated
Thoughts disabled
Senses drawn
Assembled on the
Last train home

There’s now too much
I need to learn
Too many islands left
And shores to link
Fire together
Wire together
Eyes dilated
Thoughts disabled
Senses drawn
Assembled on the
Last train home

There’s fog for 20 metres from here From here to screen To midwinter For the chill to draw out this splinter If I could, I would. See? I’m restless But in a wrestle Can’t follow the weather Can’t stay in the metre

Choose your fighter carefully Or you’ll be a well-honed knife That’s in search of fear It was a path You laid out For yourself Well, I’m too old to lose a breast As I fight for respect In the name of a straighter shot