Meteorites

So here we are

Under London’s glass and granite arms

As they reach for the half Moon

Me a blur of boldness and booze

And the rusty Earth polka-dot breeze of you

Stands stuck to the street in cool shoes

What could possibly go wrong?

What could possibly go right?

We could list all the good things

And list all the bad things

But if we’re all just vibration

What difference does it make?

My heart could be a stone

It’s a sponge

It’s a balloon

It’s a lonely rock with a fiery tail

Falling in your atmosphere

Burning up and breaking down

So let our atoms melt together

Let our nuclei converge

I want you now

And your conscience can be clear

My yesterday is dead

The present’s an illusion

And tomorrow is just a nightmare away

This is our story

Our movie

This is our rom-com and it ends like this

Without looking up the girl cautiously takes the boys hand

She steels herself then meets his gaze

The boy smiles, the girl surrenders

They kiss

We pull away to reveal more lovers

In a long winter coat

A woman straddles

A man on

A wooden bench

Behind a coin operated lavatory

Two boys passionately embrace

Vague silhouettes sigh

Behind the steamed windows of a parked car

Two figures fumble in a phone box

There’s a couple in every doorway

And around every corner

Snow begins to fall

We drift up into the sky

And look down on the boy and the girl

As they become tiny specks on a London street

We pull away further and further

Until London’s gone

England’s gone

Europe’s gone

Now we’re in space

Watching the earth

As the Sun rises behind it

Satellites orbit by

A billion stars surround us

We float over the Moon

Then we cut to black

And the credits roll

I want you now and now is all we can know

I want you now and now is all we can know

I want you now and now is all we can know

I want you now and now is all we can know

Imagine we wake up tomorrow

And nothing’s happened

Think of what we’ll never know

One night of love and a month full of doubt

Take my hand; take my tongue

Let’s run

Tonight can be a detour, a respite

I'm your bus-man’s holiday

Your much deserved night off

I'm your sensual sojourner

My heart could be a stone

My heart could be a sponge

This is the end: 10 years in the making

A decade of design

This kiss is hello

This kiss is goodbye