How you willYou're sad, I'm sorry,You're sad. But really,You're sad, It's not my fault,You're sad, You said it,You're sad, I just repeated,You're sad, No need to shout,You're sad, With no-one to hear you,You're sad, I'd like to talk, but,You're sad, It's not like you'll listen,You're sad, I'm sorry.
The Idiot HeartThey came from the other side of loveSurprised you with their depth of careAnd you who had been lost so longIn their gravity were snaredYou shared your days and hours like thisMapped out your star with lovesHalf truthsTook every hope they offered gladlyAnd never once demanded proofNow you cannot put together piecesOf how a thousand moments filledhave ledTo this first and final treasonA once living, breathing love now deadBut the songs played, they were another's songsAnd their face was for another's faceThey have cleaned up their hearts trashPicked the bones from their pastAnd have sold to you anothers fate.You could bring it to yourself to hateYou could look on loves half truthas lieBut inside the idiot heart a tickingTells you everything has a timeAnd in every heart a weakness lies.
PerhapsPerhapsWhen the plants have all been wateredAnd the leaves swept neatly to the streetWhen the paint has dried on every railingAnd the iron has vanquished everyCreaseWhen the china stands in cupboardsNeatlyThe socks are rolled up,The t-shirts straightWhen the day is almost doneCompletelyWhen you've flushed the chimneyAnd fixed the gateMaybe when your learning's finishedAnd when your friends won't keep you up soLateAnd when your sudden cold, diminishedLeaves you in an agreeable statePossibly When you've saved all the tigersEmancipated from London ZooWhen you've been through every major cityAnd of the minor, quite a fewMaybe when you've done a tourAnd Rolling Stone are on the phoneWhen you have to refuse that second grammyBecause you really have no room at homePerhaps when you have cured cancer,The common cold, The avian fluThen established peace in every countryAnd turned every oil choked water blueMaybe when you efficiently redesign the minuteAnd remove a
HardlySo - that's it.Where you are andwhat you dohardly matter.And thoughmy morning isyour morningand my air, your air,there could be no morea distance between wethan 'you' and 'I'.On this ordinary daynobody is tying flowersto park benches,or making emotional pleas,for the last known whereabouts,for the safe returnto how things were.The bus timetableis uninterrupted -in a matter of minutesthe budget flight escapeeswill be visible in the sky.I can't really comment as tohow this transpired;the tea leaves all washed away,and the lines on my palmshidden by dirt.But my diary is empty todayand my calendar is free all week.I will be dining for one today.I'll be taking tomorrow off work.I'll be sleeping alone tonight.And the rest hardly matters.
QuietBe a little quiet pleaseThey're turning out the lights in hereThere is nothing in the dark to fearThere is nothing in the darkIt's too late to change anythingAt this hour that the aimless ownThe street a row of shuttersAll the roads will lead to homeChildren strain to hear the lullabyAdamant they own the nightBefore they lay life bare before meBefore they set the world to rightsGoodnight.