Profit without Conscience

Your double dip debt areoplanes

Are coming home to land

And all you've got is the blood of money

Dripping from your hands

The Devil's in the detail

And greed's a deadly sin

Profit without conscience

You lose, I win

(work in progress...)

A Trick of the Light

I know it's just

A trick of the light

Falling through the window

Across the empty room

To where you sit

On a plastic chair

Playing that tune

But the dust is dancing

To the sound

Tombé

To the floorboards below

And I know

It's a trick of the light

A quirk of the late hour

And the notes

Falling

Where you sit

Playing that tune

Where it Lies

Pan played a cold tune

When he played for you

In moonlight bathed

And shadows swathed

Your heart is stolen from your sky

Left to languish where it lies

Pan played a cold tune

When he played for you

A game of moves

And quiet clues

To what could be inside your mind

Beyond the reach of measured lines

A sea defence wall

Broken by winter squalls

A morning of fractured light

Dispells your uncertain night

A coat-hanger caught in the door

A pile of clothes on the floor

Startles the same old sames

Into a different frame

In moonlight bathed

And shadows swathed

Your heart is stolen from your sky

Left to languish where it lies

Pan played a cold tune

When he played for you

Pan played a cold tune

When he played for you

For A Long Time Now

It's a been long time letting go

Sometimes it feels it is all we know

And I'm not sure it's adequate to say

But I've been here from the start

Standing next to you all the way

Sweet heart

Reach out now

Sweet heart

Holding out now

Sweet heart

Reach out now

Because I've been here

All the way