The Pretty Things
Remember That Boy
Like a breathless summer evening
When the silence simply roars
You're so attached to what you're holding now
But can you prove it yours?
You're the saviour of the drowning moon
The bringer of the luck
You're a concrete case for open space
Who swears the cities suck
You're the keeper of stars
Shining their cars
Applauding with the one hand you've got free
You're amazingly graced
Doesn't show on your face
You're lysergically removed from what you were
Asleep with the past
You're engaged to a dream
You're a sepia creature
On the yesterday screen
Like a forest in the winter
When all life has gone to ground
Holding wordless conversations
You're slaughtered by the sound
Like a river of forgotten dreams
You lie strangled in the reeds
Your sack is full of wild oats
Why don't you sow come seeds?
The seconds drip, minutes click
Set the trap, turn the lock
Turn your back
Moon dissolves, sun explodes
In the sky, it's getting dark
Very dark, wonder why
Knelt before, piece of cheese
On your knees, you always were
Hard to please, hard to please
Hidden in, liquid clear
Swims the fear, tomorrows child
Doesn't see, doesn't hear