Three month summers
In the haunted suburbs pass
Your tea leaves in your glass
You think you're Paul Verlaine
Helen in the rhododendrons
Stole your clothes
I lost myself, I vanished in
A brief, ecstatic rain
Autumn round the corner
With its eeriness
Someone's smoking in a hatchback
Screwing on your lawn
Late that year I caught a glimpse
Inside the trees
I cannot tell you what I saw
I was somebody else
As I sing
The night is clear
The swallows fly in from nowhere
From nowhere
I never saw them before
I never saw them before
I never saw them before
1 | I Can't Seem to Make You Mine* |
2 | Reflections After Jane |
3 | We Could Walk Together |
4 | Bicycles |
5 | Saturday |
6 | I Had To Say This |
7 | Since K Got Over Me |
8 | Rain |
9 | Joseph Cornell |
10 | Losing Haringey |