Your skin is sweet as grass, as you and I walk
And touch the corners of the evening
Oh how do we begin to wriggle and to spin
And talk as if it doesn't happen.
I've heard the lonely men, speaking as I speak
And love I tell you how it scares me
Your eyes run me through, as heavy and as blue
As mermaids swimming in the dull dusk.
You deserve better.
When winter kept us warm, dulling us with snow
It's then that I need your hands
What roots have we got? Is this our lot?
To hold and shake beneath the cool sun.
You deserve better.