Lighthouse

Casting shadows instead of light. 

Palm Reader

Fretful since the day we met
Strung up with strands of blonde hair
Just hanging around

Palm reader, you lied 
When you said that the One would come along
Palm reader, you lied
You were staring right at my love life 

Maybe we should just fake our own deaths
It’s much too cold waiting in the wings

Illegal Firearms

City lights, beneath a burning skyline

Bums and taxi-cabs crawl on by

Left in the bar, lipstick note scrawled on a napkin

I should have washed my hands of her months ago

But for all my education, I never seem to fucking learn

Cross my heart and the choked street

The end is nigh

Chain-smoking Parliaments and making plans

Cable channel porn playing from the den

This time tomorrow night

Our rendezvous will be well under way

There’s always time for a lengthy dip in the local quarry