It's half past noon and she's still awaiting
Standing at the same corner as before
A postman in a hurry walks by the blind man
Without seeing in the world an open sore
As behind these walls
he's just cut his own wrists
As though worms and dust were some anaesthetic
A gargoyle lip-syncing
what a thief wheezes
And me here feeling this pathetic
While scorpions go into my mouth
And winds blowing southwards
have taken my soul
But a nagging zombie says straight from inside:
"Tu es mort, mon ami!"
And I know he is right
All these nights I can't sleep
And while I take a stroll at dawn
He comes with me
Walking into the sea he's weeping for his man
The old lady is shoplifting another pack of sweets
While he writes a novel never to be read
Outside some kids are playing football in the street
The owl on a tree branch - she's sort of drunk
You know how I hate that brand of cigarette
I've got bugger all a smack for having been so bad
They love Romeo & Juliet
While strangers go on with their lives
Happy husbands and wives
And that makes him retch
But a nagging zombie says straight from inside:
"Tu es mort, mon ami!"
And I know he is right
All these nights I can't sleep
And while I take a stroll at dawn
He comes with me
Psyche as a butterfly comes here for me
And then she lands on my palm
She's just trying to learn what's meant by trust
For her pain it might mean a balm
A wind storm has come
But as I cut my thumb
It just falls calm