Crayon blue Caught in the rain with you Circling puddles and jumping kerbs and so full of you Sleeping through Thunder, late lunch and flu Waking up wishing I had a handful of truth for you Wishing I weren't all secrets and clues to you Strange little chaotic spirals of black and white Nowhere to start or to end Stood on my head and looked down at the sky All trilling toes and a ditsy orbit of stars
You were my beautiful looking-gla** And I your cartoon heart Worn unscrewed playing at puzzle glue Fitting these pieces together into the shape of you You'd see through All of my peaco*k moves anyway How can I make this short cut seem long to you? How can I make these old lines sound new to you? Ditchwater leftovers Too many shades of grey Only three colours to choose