leaves

I caught you dancing like a businessman
Or someone else’s parents
Letting your hair down
Unbuttoning your shirt
You were surprised and embarrassed
To see me come into the room
To fetch a drink of water
Because I couldn’t get to sleep
The weather’s cleared
But my own rain’s just started
A life of inbetween bits
A life spent putting flowers on a grave
A nation of leaves
Dead brown leaves, constant drizzle
Always sitting on my hands
At the foot of your religion
Oh but I don’t want to go to bed alone
I’ll sit in here, out here
In the quiet and the cold
In the cold…
When I was younger
The scent of flowers was stronger
Now they’re all covered in leaves
Dead brown leaves
Leaves all over the carpet
Except where you’re dancing like a businessman
Where you’re trampling the flowers
I’ve trampled so many flowers
I don’t know why I live here at all
I fell separated, isolated, outside it all
I don’t want to go to bed alone
I’ll sit in here, out here
In the quiet and the cold
In the cold…