Counting twos, counting fours
When you're feeling sad treading ever so kindly
Break it off, break it off
When you see it glow, and you're thinking it's ripened

À tout à l'heure, à tout à l'heure
When you lift your feet, and you know it's me waving
Scattered rains, scatt

I like to see
The stone steps rounded
And bowed by a billion scuffing soles
And dirt paths cutting corners

The evidence of abrasion
On a wall behind a chair
That has recorded every end of working day
The fumble-marks around a keyhole
And wedding ring scratches o

And even though I sent you flowers
You didn't know that they were ours
Don't wait to find what's in the past
Don't wait to see what doesn't last
Don't fret about what doesn't suit ya
Try to forget about the future
And even though it took you hours
I didn't notice all

In between these white hotels
The parallel pavements are peaceful
The fallen leaves from flakey trees
That decorate car bonnets

I had this beautiful day-dreaming moment
The sun was shining strangely amber
Shouldered by flickering golden-green avenues
And city-doves

You put a veil up when you took all your things underground
You covered your own footprints
So no one saw you hide
You heard me treading in the shadows of the sycamore
You turned to me and you said
"I will learn nothing from you"
I tried to keep my distance as you changed

A bare branch on the last trip saved
Filament, sediment
A torn strip on the coach seat
Anchoring sentiment
A bent spring on the ash trunk there
Utterly utter-less
A lie told on the car park
Daffodil definite
A bridge lost in the darkness
Cigarette torchlight

To see within is to feel without a light
Who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like?
To find a stone just to bounce across the pond
Is the path it makes that's a clue to other songs

Her hair curls in the damp of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with

How was I supposed to know?
You didn't tell me they were gold
I didn't smell the coming snow
And now they're ruined by the cold
How was I supposed to share?
You didn't tell me they were fair
I didn't see them going spare
And now they're buried over there
How was I

Through these gash old rags
These racks and grates and straps of bags
Like a berry in the leaves
Or a swallow in the rotten eaves
I see your beautiful feminine eye
I watch it reflect the moving sky
Tapping my foot to your favourite tracks
Leaking from your headphone b

Watching him fade minutes before the car pulled up outside
It was just after 3pm

His eyes were open
But we were guessing he wasn't seeing straight out of them
No, he didn't have to wait much longer

He'd go just after I left
And now he's merging
Under a railway sle

There's a rumour that there are lions in snowdonia
If you hop skip bump, you can make them jump
There's a rumour about to start that loch ness was an import
It travelled from the sea via sky and air

It tried to battle with the mountains
But they burst its heart and it bled

When she laughs
The piano in the hall
Plays a quiet note

Waterfalls
Turning gentle into rough
Then gentle again

Morning dew
Washes yesterday's garden
Ready for today

Rocking chair
Is still without a rocker
But is still a chair

When she laug

You make remarks about the people
Who walk past your window
Arm in arm

You're even jealous of the roses
That grow in the garden of the house
Where nobody lives

You even say there's a time and a place
For feeling happy
You speak of love as a symptom of conformi

How will I know that you'll save me?
Your little hands are getting shaky
It is time to let the light seep
From behind your eyes
Then I'll know my night survives
Do you know I crave to hold ya?
My hands and lips are getting colder
And every night I let your light slip<

Lovers' names, carved in walls
Overlap, start to merge
Some of them underneath
Maybe they appear
In graveyards
Maybe they fade away
Weathered and overgrown
Time has told
Meaningful hidden words
Suddenly appear, from the murk
Maybe they're telling us
Th

How was I supposed to hold?
You didn't tell me they'd dissolve
I didn't feel them in my hand
And now they're dripping on the sand
Why did I forget to buy?
Nobody told me where to try
I didn't think to look behind
And now they're closing all the blinds
Why d'ya lau

Succulent, ready to be twisted off
The leaves are warm and the stones are hot
The distant houses seem to melt with the vast open glowing air
The almost steaming ragged wood of the oak trunks and the sweating walk
The ease of the wagging boughs
Layering wavering shadows

Do it like you're trying to kiss and make up
Oh, you treat it like old graffiti
Oh, oh, yeah
You feel it when you fail to call her lately
Oh, to call her baby
You're looking like you lie to try to fight it
Oh, you treat it like old graffiti
Oh, ooh yeah
She needed

I know that you feel that you have won over me
But I feel that I know that I have won over me
And just when you thought that I had to learn from you
You started to see that I had to learn from me
So preen your own wings
And fall and find a dream