When we walked the streets together
All the faces seemed to smile back
And now the pavements have nothing to offer
And all the faces seem to need a slap.
There's an unfamiliar grip
On an unfamiliar handkerchief
Attending to the tears on cheeks I wouldn't notice with you
No matter how vicious the grief
Her expression was damp and crooked
Grabbed onto my throat and won't let go
Save me from the secateurs
I'll pretend I didn't hear
Can't you see I m a ghost in the wrong coat
Biting butter and crumbs
There's a handsome maverick
You don t talk about to keep me calm
And I can't help it if I create a version
That pulls you back onto his arm
Please don t tell me
You don t have to darling, I can sense
That he painted you a gushing sunset
And slayed angry panthers in your defence.
And he stands separate and ever deadly
Clings onto my throat and won't let go.
Won't let go
Won't let go
Won't let go
Save me from
The secateurs
I'll pretend
I didn't hear
Can't you see
I'm a ghost
In the wrong coat
Biting butter and crumbs