I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste A flannel for my face Pyjamas, a hairbrush New shoes and a case I said to my reflection Lets get out of this place Past the church and the steeple The laundry on the hill Billboards and the buildings Memories of it still Keep calling and calling But forget it all I know I will Tempted by the fruit of another Tempted but the truth is discovered Whats been going on Now that you have gone Theres no other Tempted by the fruit of another Tempted but the truth is discovered Im at the car park, the airport The baggage carousel The people keep on crowding Im wishing I was well I said its no occasion Its no story I could tell At my bedside empty pocket A foot without a sock Your body gets much closer I fumble for the clock Alarmed by the seduction I wish that it would stop I bought a novel, some perfume A fortune all for you But its not my conscience That hates to be untrue I asked of my reflection Tell me what is there to do
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 07:45:17 +0000