It's very difficult to live with myself
When I'm looking out of my window
And I see the rain
And stray cats
And the skeleton of a robin.

It's excruciating to live with myself
When I'm looking out onto my estate
A few police cars
A mother, arrested
But too far out of it to realise

It is impossible to live with myself
With the view from my window
And the smell after rain
And the faces of children
Whose tears have been augmented
By the rain.