The French Song
In the wake of the endless flood
It flowed into our memory
It flowed into our blood.
When something broke the surface
Just to see the starry dome
We still feel that relation
When the water takes us home
In the flying spray of the ocean
The water takes you home.
Springing from the weight of the mountains
Like the heart of the Earth would burst
Flowing out from marble fountains
In the dreams of a dester thirst.
Something swam through the jungles
Where the mighty rivers roam
Something breaks the silen
My Favourite Muse
I pulled the ex last night, and it felt weird to feel her up again.
Knickers down, and bra cast as if the past and not passed.
And she brought the drinks all night, but that's okay, now she's got a job.
Her generosity - my curse. She even let me keep her purse.
But I couldn't get it up - too much to drink, too much to say.
She picked her clothes up off the floor and promptly headed for the door.
I was just trying to use my favourite muse.
I don't think I could ever want her back, I'm just making sure she's still capable of being slack.
And she's got trouble with her boyfriend now.
I always said he was a prick.
I told her from the very start, when she almost broke my heart.
And my room's a mess this morning.
She left her fag-ends floating in a glass.
I didn't try and make her stay. I doubt she would have anyway.
I was just trying to use my favourite muse.
It's nice to see she's still slack. I could never want her back.