So I’m there
Charging around with a juggernaut brow
Overdraft speeches and deadlines to make
Cramming commitments like cats in a sack
Telephone burn and a purposeful gait
When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch of
a song that I know
And the world moves in slow-mo
Straight to my head like the fi rst cigarette
of the day

And it’s you
And it’s May
And we’re sleeping through the day
And I’m fi ve years ago and three thousand
miles away

Do I have time
A man of my calibre
Stood in the street like a sleepwalking teenager
No
And I dealt with this years ago
I took a hammer to every memento
But image on image like beads on a rosary
Pull through my head as the music takes hold
And the sickener hits
I can work ‘til I break
But I love the bones of you
That I will never escape

And it’s you
And it’s May
And we’re sleeping through the day
And I’m fi ve years ago and three thousand miles away
And I can’t move my arm for fear that you will wake
And I’m fi ve years ago and three thousand miles away