Wasted

Heaven
It ain’t heaven
If I haven’t your love
Prism
Your eyes are a prison
For all the colours of summertime
But the flowers will wither
As we fall and we sit here
And quietly listen
To the clatter of hangers
Swinging on their lines
Lighter by their jackets
Is it
A bliss that you missed it?
You lying there twisted
Like a vine
Enthralling
Your feathers are falling
In a shower of red and wine
And the clouds will deliver
As we fall and we sit here
And quietly listen
To the smashing on pavements
Of broken hearts
Lighter by their spirits
We walk, we walk
We run, we run
We fall, we fall
In love we love
We’re wasted, we’re wasted
We’re wasted and young
We’re wasted, we’re wasted
So decidedly wasted