I wake when I sleep; we're turning cartwheels between the sheets
in my bed; hey sleepy head and the city never stirs
like a solemn hazy blur lazy grey faces yawning
to greet another morning driven toward the coffee shops
I sleep when I walk
love letter's written in gum and tar and chalk
where hurried shoes walk on well trodden trails
and the city never smiles even when it's drenched in light
by this late September sunrise
you know that I want you still our love lives on this window sill
amongst old photographs and keys the sealed envelope you left for me
grey paper and ink I just didn't think
and this cold cold city drains all the will that still remains
where the ordered chaos reigns; people pass by like moths round a light
and I'm spinning on the spot
my gaze it drifts far all the way to the mirror at the back of this merciful bar
where we dream in strange company
but the city never talks
we're just murmurs in its walls we're all restless when we fall