I didn't think that storms could rain metal
the coloured garden palms
like the rusted rubber-less pedals
you push like dirty little spines
under a life-time of ocean views
you're telling me
are useless to our love and its design
and what's important to you and me
I want the wind against my throat
I want a stair-case to the sea
how can you just want me

careful but not in love
you know how your memory shifts
well in six months time
I doubt we'll remember this
I'll remember not you
but your kind

call the whole thing a pre-determined stunt
to pry away my eys from the liners looming up in front
of us blinking out the sun
and only here in the harbour car-park
can I prioritise the order in my heart
and wait for something to eclipse
the sinking in your eyes
and the white skin stretched over your fist
the anchor in your kiss

careful but not in love
you know how your memory shifts
well in six months time
I doubt we'll remember this
I'll remember not you
but your kind

you think everything I sing
revolves around one thing
one thing you won't let me prove
one thing that just isn't true
and you swear that nothing will change
but it's my life and just how it stays
and if you're so removed
then why does this one thing
have such an effect on you

she said I need you but you can't have me
not near all these ocean liners
and your dirty grey sea
I said I need you but you can't have me
i'm just not that fond of mountains
but I want you and I'd like you to be happy

she said I need you but you can't have me
I said I need you but you can't have me
she said I need you but you can't have me
I said I need you but you can't have me

and she said
does this get you
and it gets you
it gets you it gets you it gets you it gets you