We’ve opened up careful
Not very realistic holes in the
Fabric of the universe (time, space the lot)
And the careful, humdrum existence of me and all my
Plans and ambitions have been thrown to infinity like
glossy magazines in recycle bins, we were not born to be TOLD what to be by
The people who turn us inside on ourselves this is not the world I was
Made to believe in.

Time dances its dance and I can count those who are with me
On one hand.

You always added up your sums with your hair all full of
Pink-purple sadness, caught the sunshine down into those
Little cotton handbags you, so out of character, dragged around with you
You’ve gone from one game to another and left the rest to us
Spinning in the middle you moved so fast, and no one can run like you can run,
and no one can curl those little confusions to whips and chains like
You always could.

Did you find your pretty silence through worrying us all?
Or was it always just about you and the way your mind made you
Die. This was never our world, but I think I have found it now
Belonging to someone that you can become if I
Jump from the roofs and miss the ground.

Minute changes, minute footsteps, nobody saw us
Fall from heaven because we never flew that high for fear
Of the angels.