that time I folded
you asked me why
I measured my lines
and the blue of the sky
that time I folded
my old poker face
into a paper-made seabird
flown out of the game
well, we both know time in creases
and broken little pieces
and most of all our words have come out wrong
there's a dance for the unspoken and
love-walking unwoken
and for everything else there is song
it’s in your back
and it’s in my hips
a thing we have folded
between the lines in our lips
it burns like a stone
spread beneath a lizard’s grasp
and it breaks like a bone
that I never thought I had
well, we both know time in folds and
things all filled with holes and
to get a little peace took far too long
there's a dance for the unspoken and
love-walking unwoken
and for everything else there is song
well, we both know time in creases
and broken little pieces
and most of all our words have come out wrong
there's a dance for the unspoken and
love-walking unwoken
and for everything else there is song
Twenty three years is a long time to wait
Will you still be here on this party floor
In the house with the ghost
And the doors that don't close anymore
And the faucets always leaking?
In 1992 we know the end is nigh
But everything is so new
And if you could tell me now
What I wished I'd said to you
Then we'd have no time at all between
Now and '92
2015 is so far away
Will you still be here in your painted toes
The beginnings of a song scribbled along
The gas bill glowed in red
And still no heating?
In 1992 we know the end is nigh
But everything seems so new
And if you could tell me now
What I wished I'd said to you
Then we'd have no time at all between
Now and 1992
Twenty three years is a long time, I say
Will you still be here in this smokey room
Waiting to use the phone
The hairs standing on your arms
And sleepers crashed in all the seating?
Twenty three years is a fine age to waste
By the two of us never meeting
I've watched the water bead on their skins
Perfect like design
How it never meets the water beneath
How it runs in easy lines
On the beaches here
The bathers come
To show me yours
To show you mine
The summer laps upon my brow
I am four feet under and toes
Are searching for that fall away
When I become enclosed
On the beaches here
The bathers come
To show me yours
To show you mine
On the beaches here
The waves arrive
To bring their riders
Back in time
Water for water
A warm exchange
My limbs of their master
The sea has erased
And how I must seem
To all the bathers arranged
Between their flags
And their strips of cotton real estate
Just a face all adrift
Between one shore and the next
On the beaches here
The bathers come
To show me yours
To show you mine
The beads of water on their perfect skin
Can choose to run
Or choose to dry
A Gathering of Cats in a Lane
How We Go
B Side of the Suns
Two Suns Once
Static of Crows
The Lodger
Favourite Dinosaur
Silence in the Library
Iso Haircut
The Orbit of Your Breathing
I Don't Remember the Future
Specks on a Map
The Gravestone Carvers
Imaginary Lines
Falling Asleep with the Moon Still On
Lovers' River
Prayers in Glass Houses
The Sea Will Take it From Here
Land
What Kind of Yes?
Long Tall Shadow
Once Was Water
The Sky that Came Before
Party Songs
You Are Here
