Signposts
Smiling with eyes that are ice cold
Kissing with eyes on your watch now
Sleeping with eyes that dart restlessly round
And the broadcasts
Tuesday contrition and peace talks
Discussion, concession and impasse
The outlook, the forecast is overcast
And I’m left studying maps on an autumn night
And I’m left pacing around on an autumn night
With the signposts gone
Last summer
The summer of satchels and heat waves
The one with your house-warning party
We took tambourines for the sing-along fun
And I left mine
I left it at yours for the weekend
Remained in your flat through the blizzards
It’s really not something that I can claim back
Like my tapes and books
Left in your flat in a dusty box
Like my old cassettes
Photos and letters and ticket stubs
With the signposts gone
