Do you know what I am doing here today? I'm here to crush your spirit into little tiny pieces. It's not personal, it's contractual you hear, Remember the forms you filled? Well you did not adhere... So please make way for my men Make haste, save grace and keep face As we don't want a nasty filthy scene. Everything you built was just a whisper on the breeze. It's not '98 when you had the world at your feet. Everyone is younger, fitter faster and more aware Of smart phone applications and time management software. So please make way for my men Make haste, keep grace and save face As we don't want a nasty filthy scene.

This town, you said, Was made of cobweb And it reeks of sleep. Dead eyes of Shoreditch Will move to Seahouses And feed puffins in snow. And I see I see right through And I see I see right through London Fields As we recoil from the stasis And incomplete mathematics Someone lit the matches. And these women wear veils And these veils prevail And these veils trail aeroplanes And she sees She sees right through And she sees She see's right through London Fields

He goes out walking to escape the thought, His beard is a bramble in which he is caught. Blackberries bleed onto his fingers as he takes off a shoe, Feels the certainty of certainty cutting through. And analgesia seeps from the sleeping soil, As the evening sun burns beetles backs and makes the brain boil. His beard is the bramble home to all the words That sing silent in the sunset like the sighing of the birds Who sing Life is just a pause between the curtain and the applause And love is a mirror of the pain it will cause Worms they hold his counsel as they pull below the ground, Grave little ministers devouring the sound. Beetles bite and burrow as he lies against the tree But if there's someone in there with him - it's no one he can see Because his mind is wound with ivy and the path is overgrown, So he unties his tie and lies as silent as a stone. And no one saw him live and no one saw him stop. And the world will stay spinning and the leaves will still drop Singing Life is just a pause between the curtain and the applause And love is a mirror of the pain it will cause Now there's seeds in his belly and spiders in his teeth, And his body bends the bushes pushing up from underneath The canopy of root and branch reformed into a mouth - Words fly up to heaven - birds are flying south. And he can feel the sap rising in his veins. And the certainty of certainty is born of doubt and pain. And beetles bite and burrow in the body that once was And dignity asks questions and the answer is - "just because..." Life is just a pause between the curtain and the applause And love is a mirror of the pain it will cause.

You walk in the room and everything stops - The silence carves grooves that ache for the needle to drop And cover the shame we can't bear to name. Oh, you are the shoes I can't fill but the same You pinch my feet inch by inch by inch By inch by inch by inch by inch So why do you think it's changed? Why do you think it's changed? When those moments of clarity run like mascara in rain Why do you think it's changed? You walk in the room and the music goes on. Is there someone you recognise written into this song, this song, this song, this song? Because almost as planned you're too drunk to stand. You know this place like the back of my hand, But you stumble and fall Because you know nothing at all. So why do you think... etc Oh the window was wide And the night slipped inside To lie cold by your side Like the words you denied, Like the number you regret But cannot forget. There's stains on your arms And marks on your palms - To write love on your wrist How could I resist? The engine is running, the radio is on Is there someone you know, written in this song? Because I'm writing my name on the back of your hand You look at me but you don't understand. I'm writing my name on the back of your hand You look at me - but you don't understand. I'm writing my name on the back of your hand You look at me - but you don't understand? I'M WRITING MY NAME ON THE BACK OF YOUR HAND YOU LOOK AT ME - BUT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! So why do you think it's changed? Why do you think it's changed? Why do you think we've changed When those moments of clairty run like mascara in rain... You walk in the room and everything stops.