Returning the key

This new light
Shivering and thinly disguised
As winter
Draws out the lines
On a now clean canvas
Like fresh washed sand
Stranded
As the sea recedes

What have we done?
But the rhetoric will not repair
The old guttering
Or save the bills
From piling up
Debt upon debt into a rotten heap
Kicked into the corner
To moulder in our absence

The final turn of the key
Posting it back through the letterbox
And we are gone
Just the bright sunshine in our eyes
To obscure the fact that
Once
We lived here

The View From Here And

There isn't much to see
If you're trying to look at me
And I'm sick of the reasons why
I didn't look
And I didn't try

And what do you want me to say
I didn't dare
And I didn't die
What do you want me to say
I didn't change
And I didn't lie

Oh honey, it was you
Who's looking at me
But I'll tell you now
There's not that much to see

And on the way here
I drowned in a ocean of tears
And on the way here
I burned in a wildfire of fears
And what do you want me to say
To give absolution
And tidy it all away

Well honey, it was you
Who was looking my way