One more restless night Before we build the marriage bed With wood I gathered from my guitar And my parents' staircase While they slept so soundly We'll stitch our pillows from your summer dress With the little white rabbits And stuff them plush with things to help you sleep Like teddy bears With children's voices We'll hang up curtains of heavy silk That let no light in So you can draw them when you get sick Of remembering everything Of remembering anything And we can sleep until we're old and grey

Paper, scissors and rock and roll If it's the 50s I might just pass as cool I only dance in the perfect light Under the stars of the neon northern lights Have you heard the theory Jenny told me? She's not pregnant, she's just growing I don't think she understands me When I say there's a baby on the horizon She just squints I go to bed with a minotaur And when I'm sleeping I don't know what he'll do I grab his horns when we go outside His back is easy to climb right up onto There's a million ways to keep a secret You do your way, I'll do mine And we won't need voices when we're older And there's nothing left to say But I'm a little bit unsure If death is worth what comes before Somebody said when I was young There's not a ladder just a rung And we're just spinning round and round Head over heels and down, down, down But I don't know who to believe The government or my TV Or all the books I like to read 'Cause they don't tell me the same things And the only thing I learned at school Was that I've always been a fool I play piano and try to cry I'm having trouble collecting the right notes Keep singing shit and believing it Don't have control over half the things I say And I might be young or I might be old But I know it won't stay that way forever Have you heard the theory Jenny told me? We're not dying, we're just going She didn't tell me where

I can't tell the difference Between the world outside And the reflections in my TV Rain beats steady in my ears Like the wings of insects Circling the dark The field mice know this night Is not full enough And no wind blows to shake the grass The pathway to sleep Passes by death's door My eyes are wide The moon is missing Picture frames closing in Features getting tighter There's a pain in my side Where I tried to lie on the floor The gutters are overflowing The windows streaking Thoughts slip through me No more than feelings I can't tell the difference Between the poems I'm reading And the half forgotten sound of your voice The neighbours are out, or staying silent Maybe they're listening too The wait for morning is inseperable From the hope that it never comes There's a cloud roaming free Luminous and light Like a breath of early winter Escaped from the mouth of the sky The porch light comes on across the street The manicured lawn glistens Like dew on the body of a green painted car The trails of planes intersect into a cross above the house And disperse like pencil lines Dissolving, erased Where are they going above us all? Moving through soft, wet air Where is there to be but here and now? What else is there to know But to sleep And be awake?

Can't hold it down Can't keep it buried underground Can't hear myself above the noise I've memorised the clicks and hums Can't let it go Can't make a move that you won't know Can't be alone without a past Can't see a ghost with no context I'll get what I deserve And you'll get what you've earned Can't bed it down Can't let it settle in my gut Can't let my compass run on blood There's no more pathways to your heart Can't be it now Can't be the person I once was Can't keep on waiting for the sun If it's the moon that keeps me up I'll be here when I sleep With a lightbulb burning secretly I might be tired I might be tired of you I might be tired of you and me I might believe I might believe in you I might believe in you and me And in all of us Can't just forget But I can't let myself regret I see more ghosts than I see friends But they're good company I guess Can't feel it sometimes And sometimes I feel nothing else I see more dark than I see light But nothing here's so black and white I won't forget your name But I've been trying to forget your face I might be tired I might be tired of you I might be tired of you and me I might believe I might believe in you I might believe in you and me And of all of us And in all of us

When the pressure grows The pressure cooker explodes The kitchen walls inflate And I am red in the face There's so much fire around My mouth is dry as a bone I spit and hawk at the flames 'Til I pass out in the haze It's a wonder now That there's a world at all after the things I've seen And I wonder why There's an insect swimming in my brain And it tends to come and go when I'm alone And want to be Through the eye of a noose The revolution runs Steam in the eyes Of the train conductors daughters and sons Wish I could reconcile The urge to fucking die With every dream I've had Since I was a small child It's a little wonder That there's a man who'd rather spend his time on the moon It doesn't take a genius To build a rocket out of scraps And take off in a tin foil hat And never come back Every stone upturned And every door unhinged And every thought unthought And every word unlearned I dream of an empty world Much like an empty house But all the walls are gone And there is nothing around It's a bigger picture The more you widen the frame the more you take away It's a big world out there With stars and black holes Rock and planets much like ours But taking twice as long to spin around