Once I could dance with the shadow on the door
But not anymore
Now it’s a staredown
Red-shift romance
Time will turn right in on you
This alarm is true
Alison, it’s murder

Hands in the future
Feet in the past
I use the gift
I hope it lasts
It beats waiting round
For my own private end of the world

Some clever boy opens windows with a stone
Thinks he’s on his own
His tv tells him
Looking for joy
You will press your brain like coal
Gotta lose control in this straightjacket

Eyes on the rooftops
Head in the ground
Trying to sing above the sound
Of me waiting round
For my own private end of the world

©2008 John Newlands