A Crack In The Plans

Between the black paint peeling

And the endless seabirds scheming

Clouds of sulphur hanging low

Over the very thing that means the most to you

A tumbledown cottage in a lost oak forest

I did the knowledge and then I forgot it

Yeah, I've forgotten more than you will ever know

There is a crack in the plans

There is a crack in the plans

For these red lips

For these blue eyes

For his wandering feet

For these dead hips

For these new lies

For this wonderful street

Down to the long sands alone

Four days squandered in the tide

I looked a fox in the face once

In the shadow of a burger stand

My eyes, my hands, like spider webs

My gut, a soft white tyre

A rabbit in the yellow leaves

The sooty finger of a tree