Slow Attack

softening her winter with his eyes sitting in the meadow in disguise feeling his way,touching the stone watching the day through a telephone colours in the carnage of his hand lose it in the debris on the stairs feeling his way,touching her hand maki

When the sky is clear, and the clouds are torn,
 And the strange ones play, and the insects swarm. Falling like feathers, drifting like petals, pieces of paper
 The ashes of us
 Break like bone china, faces in mirrors, piece us together
 The ashes of

moving south she is here, circling round she is here, she is the hunter,ah ha, you are the hunted, she is the hunter,oh oh, you are the hunted, you are the hunted, catching men in her net, a bird of prey,collecting specimens, she is the hunter,ah ha,

Leave me sleeping, softly breathing, summer in my head, it's summer in my head Leave me clutching lilac cushions, in playground colours with my mother It's summer in my head, its summer in my head So leave me dreaming, softly breathing, slowly fallin