The smiling face of my assassin?
I laughed 'til I was freaked out
I laughed 'til we were scared
Travel is leaning forward
On the Sandwell brakes -
The hometown waves.
In empty boxes
The homecrowd stays.
The shortcut round the circle?
You cradled me 'til I was crying
You cradled me 'til you were asleep
And travel is leaning forward
On the Sandwell brakes -
Abandoned on embankments
The backs of houses
The homing pigeon astray.
What sparkle
For the dead water in
Black factory canals?
The cancelled paths
And rust-skip rats
From cracked pipes
(I left the debris in the hedge)
If you've been listening -
Tell me if I've been repeating myself
I said...
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