Poems (in English)

Hate the sin.....

Hate the sin, note the sinners

Praise loudly, blame softly

Always be kind and nice

Be honest not blind

And everything will be fine

Work hard; take a part

That is how to be smart

Only then the best part of your life will start.

Anyone can

Anyone can make mistake

That is why pencil has eraser

Anyone can blossom a smile

That is why teeth are white
Anyone can give a handshake
That is why there are five fingers

Anyone can think high

That is why head is on the top

Anyone can share a bit of his tea

That is why cup has a saucer

Anyone can walk alone

That is why shadow goes with him

Friends

-        Anne Blackwell Payne

A friend is a person or something

that likes you, who knows?

It may be a child or a kitten,

A grown- up, a bird or a rose.

Tree friends will give you shadows

And a lovely place to swing;

or crooked limbs for climbing,

or blossoms to smell in the spring.

A breeze is a friend, and a lake is.

It invites you to cool your toes.

And a little wind will fan you.

And carry a scent to your nose.

So you never need to be lonely.

Just look for a simple clue.

There is always something or someone

Who wants to be friends with you.

If all who hate would love us

If all who hate would love us,

and all our loves were true,

the stars that swing above us

would brighten in the blue;

If cruel words were kisses,

if every frown were a smile,

A better world than this is,

would hardly be worthwhile.

If purses would not tighten

to meet a brother's need,

the load we bear would lighten

above the grave of greed.

If hearts were only jolly,

If grieving were forgot,

and tears of melancholy

Were things that now are not;

Then love would kneel to duty.

If men would cease to worry,

and women cease to sigh,

and all be glad to bury

whatever has to die;

Then everyday would glitter,

and every eye would shine,

and God would pause to listen,

and life would be divine.

Anyway

People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered

Love them anyway.

If you do good, people will accuse you

of selfish ulterior motives.

Do good anyway.

If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies.

Succeed anyway.

The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.

Do good anyway.

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.

be honest anyway.

People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.

Fight for some underdogs anyway.

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.

Build anyway.

People really need help but may attack you if you help them.

Help them anyway.

Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth.

Give the world the best you have got anyway.

I love you because…

Religiously, I worship you.

Politically, I have elected you.

Financially, you have captured my market.

Fashionably, you have outdated the others.

Musically, you are the beat of my heart.

Biologically, I have responded to your stimuli.

Chemically, you cause reaction within me.

Physically, I have fallen to your force of gravity.

Arithmetically, you and I make a perfect ordered pair.

Historically, you have conquered me.

Geographically, you cause tides in me.

Economically, my want for you is always unlimited.

In simple words I proclaim frankly, I love you.

Call me

If any day you feel like crying, call me.

I cannot promise you that I will make you laugh

But, I can cry with you.

If any day you want to run away

Do not be afraid to call me

I do not promise to ask you to stop

But I can run with you.

If any day you don't want to listen to anybody.

Call me and I promise to be very quiet.

If one day you call and there is no answer

Come fast to see me perhaps I need you.

Lost in the woods

Walking beside you in the greens

Journey uphill among the silent streams

With serene joy and love-filled heart

Walking beside you, (hoping) never to part

Hearing not he footfall but the thunder within

first touch so gentle lights

The lightning within

Took my hands close to your heart

Eyes closed, stood I beside you (hoping) never to part

Trees, tall and thick, dancing in the breeze

Sun, bright and gay, shining with such ease

Lift, I, my eyes to meet the deep seas

I see, I am lost; in your love and peace

Close to your heart, my hands entwined yours

Silent words spoken, "you are always mine".

Clouds peeping through great canopy above

solemn witness to our ardent love.

-Suja (Women's era)

Selected Poems by Matt Purland 

Playing In The Snow

We would run and hide

But always find our way home

We would talk in class

But always do the work

On the way to school we

discussed the latest comics

And we always ended up laughing

Every other day

There’d be somebody.s new joke

Someone would be on

And we would have to get them

In the dinner queue we

were cheeky to the older kids

And we always got big helpings

In the summertime

We would play at war

Joining in a line with

Twenty other friends and

Scaring all the girls we

Thought that we impressed them

And they always mocked and pointed

What if I could now

Tell that kid its story

As it ran around

And built its snow defences

Playing in the snow

Is all we ever dreamed of

Hiding behind snowy walls and waiting

A Modern Poem

I’d love

To write a modern poem

I’d love to feel

The

Freedom flowing through my pen. Like fuel

No stanzas would I

Being

Young

Have for

What use have I for them?

I would prey

Upon my life

Giving

No excuse

For my muse.

I would write of my toaster

Sleek and black and my toothbrush

Which hangs

Rocking

In its rack.

Not art or life or love for I

Eschew

The tools of romance. What use have I

For it?

Nor heroes of literature

Myth and verse

They make my rhymes

Worse.

For inspiration I would go to the front

Door

And look out.

Not to books

Do I look

Or a painting or two

Well, maybe a canvas

All covered with blue.

I do not need to feel

Pain

To be able to write

Not I

I look to a

List

For shopping

And revel in its bliss imaginary

Thinking

This is a poem

As true as Keats.

As brave as Yeats.

As full

Meaning is meaningless

I abandon all thought of it

A poem is what you want it to be

What does it make you feel?

What does it say

To you?

What can you gather from its

Tangle of words

Is the key.

If you ask me what is its meaning

What is its point, its reason for being

You will be shown a smile.

Whatever you want

Friend

If you ask me isn’t

This

A cop-out

I will reply

This is a

Modern poem.

The old

Rules do not apply I have no need for punctuation, wit or verve or anything chiefly which will

make for you this a poem to cherish and

Love

Rhyme is a sin

Isn’t it?

Unless

I wish to make a point.

Alliteration adds mystery

To

My meaning

When

By happy chance

I implement it.

Nothing to swoon

Over

Here.

My everyday

Trials

Are

Laid

Bare

For

Your

Interest.

What is most interesting is

If you look

Closely

At

My modern poem

You will see

A collection,

Merely

Of sentences

Cut up

And

Splashed

Across your page

Randomly.

Like

A cup of spilt tea.

On The High Wire

You up on the high wire

You’re so well balanced, so brave

You’re the one they all aspire to

You walk a perfect way

You up on the high wire

You’re so skilful, you’re so strong and

The way you gently walk that wire

I see nothing is wrong

But when you come down to earth I’ve seen you

I’ve seen you crying

Because he’s gone away, gone and left you

He’s left you all alone

You up on the high wire

All in sequins, you’re a picture

Everybody’s got their eye on you –

Holding their breath for you

But when you come down to earth I’ve seen you

I’ve seen you crying

Because he’s gone away, gone and left you

He’s left you all alone

Up every night, every night

My sweet child, you haven’t got a choice

But to come down, down, down

You up on the high wire

Your faith is a slight wire

Your face is a white fire

Don’t you ever think of him

Don’t let him win

An Unruly Lamb Speaks Out

Mum

(What now?)

What are you doing?

(Eating grass)

Why? You’re always eating grass.

Is there anything else to do around and about?

(I don’t know)

Well, everyone just seems to eat grass all day

Do you like it then?

(You’ll learn)

Mum

(What is it?)

There’s a funny man looking at me

(He’s just a rambler)

He’s got a camera. He’s coming towards us and seems to be pointing and talking

(Just ignore him. Look away)

I’m coming to stand underneath you for cover, get out of his road like

(Yes, that’s it)

I’m just going over there now

(Where)

Over there, into that field

(This is our field)

But I wondered what’s going on in that field, you know

If there’s anything else to do

(Like what? Don’t wander too far)

Mum

(What is it now?)

I’ve been into that field

(Right)

There are some cows there you know

(*Fascinating*)

Are you still eating grass?

(Er, yes)

But you can’t still be hungry surely, can you mum?

(You don’t understand a sheep.s vocation)

What’s a vocation mum?

Will I be a sheep one day?

(With luck you will. With skill, ingenuity and cunning. Just keep eating the grass. Don’t look

anybody in the eye, that’s the thing)

And will I eat grass all day mum, like you?

(Whether you want to or not my son)

Don’t you ever get sick of it?

Have you ever thought of eating anything else?

Hey – a bumblebee. Look. Look at him!

I can play with him

(I don’t think he likes it)

(No. I don’t think he liked that, did he. Stay close to me)

There must be more variety to life. Is there, mum?

Mum

(What do you want now?)

I’m just going to play over there by the woods

And see what’s up there, you know

(You’ll soon come gambolling back. You always do)

I just thought I’d find out if there’s anything up there, you know, in the woods

I couldn’t get through the gate. It was all locked up with padlocks

(Surprise, surprise. Come over here)

It’s not fair being cooped up like we are. Are we locked in mum?

(We like it this way)

Yeah, you and all the rest of the sheep. Look at them munching away

What about us lambs, eh? What about us?

I hope I always stay a lamb

(One day you’ll be a sheep. I hope)

Then I’ll understand....

(Then you’ll understand)

Come Inside Love

Come inside, love

It’s getting cold out there

What are you looking at?

There’s nothing to see

I’m looking for a spaceship

I saw it on TV

I saw they’re advertising

For a pilot – that.s me

I want to fly out of this house

And miles into the sky

Because there’s nothing here for me now

And everything to see

Come inside, love

Your tea is on the table

Your father’s home and he’s hung up his hat

He’s sitting down with his paper

I’m looking for a new life

And a voyage beyond the stars

I’m looking for take-off and danger

And missions into Mars

I want to fly into the galaxy

And far away into another world

Because there’s nothing here for me now

And everything to see

Come inside, love

Your father’s getting impatient

He’ll clip you on the ear

If you’re not careful, lad

He’s waiting for his dinner

And we need you here with us

Oh, won’t you please come inside, love

And stop making a fuss!

I’m going to Neptune and planet Venus

I’m manoeuvring my ship

And if you want to come with me

You’re going to have to leave me be

Because I’m Captain of my spaceship

And I’m on my way to Mars

I’m speaking quickly, Mum

You’re fading – and your image is fading fast

I’m leaving now

I’m leaving now

And over and out

Keep Going

I went to school, well everybody goes to school

My favourite teacher was a guy who set good books

I found the hardest thing at school was how to spell

And I’m appalling now, especially when I’m tired

My mother worked and brought me up

We were friends until I turned fourteen

Then she found herself a man to love her, she would say

He was nothing like you, nothing like you

I got married aged nineteen, not to my first love

I’m divorced now and a mother to my boys

They keep me sane these two, I wouldn’t have it any other way

And we don’t see him any more

I left my second job to have my first son

I’m working all the hours I can get

I’ve always kept our head above the water’s edge

Stopped the water.s ruin

I went north, at first I lived in a cheap place

Until a friend was kind enough to put me up

So I went looking for a job, and I found work in engineering

Something I have always loved

I got my own house and made a friend

It’s never easy when you’re moving on

You’ll always need to find a person somewhere

You can call upon

She brought her girls and all their things and all her clothes

We settled down and made a life that wasn’t hard

We lived as any couple would with two young girls

We had our ups and downs like anybody else

Though they were my joy, growing up

I couldn’t help but think about you

And every day that passed I lost another piece of you

Like a fool

One day I’d like to meet the one who’ll sweep me from my aching feet

Who’ll take the ends and make them meet

If he exists, that is, my friends say he does not exist

But I’ve always been quite the optimist

If they call I will come running

I will walk through fire forever if they ever want me to

It seems that we have lost the time we needed that could make us friends

And I do not know what to do.

Overboard

Under the trees

I can see the train arriving

I know you will be waiting for me

But I know I won’t be gone

And the temperature is rising

I brush aside the flies

From out of my eyes

In the barren waste of a town

That was never any good for me

You’ve got to understand

It isn’t my fault

This time

I’m sad, but I can.t go that way

Coming, you’re

Walking slowly up the hill

With a weight of expectation

I can’t possibly fulfil

Away beyond the trees

I know you won’t hear me so

I know you can’t see me and

I’ve got to go

You’ve got to understand

It isn’t my fight

This time

I’m sad, like you never went away

Never went away

My life had gone astray

And your coming back has made me see that

Now

I only wanted to be yours

I wanted to be only yours

I’m overboard

Overboard

Speaking German

Kohnt ihr mich mit dem wagen abholen? is the only German phrase I know

Which is great if you want a lift back from somewhere

But not so useful when:

Buying stamps in the post office

Booking an appointment at the dentists

Ordering a pizza from a company using the phone book

Or buying a ticket for the cinema

After three years of German lessons I decided not to take it any further

My acquaintance with the language all but ended then

Apart from one phrase

Kohnt ihr mich mit dem wagen abolen? stayed put, and lodged itself in my mind

I would love an opportunity to use it for real

But could I reply to:

Fine, but where do you want dropping off?

Yes, it’ll be ten euros

Well, I’m going on somewhere and you’re welcome as well, but I won’t be driving home till

about three at least so –

I’m not sure I’m going your way. OK go on

Vocabulary tests followed one another like a herd of wildebeest

Escaping across a plain of blank faces, in flight from the smirking teacher (who spoke only

German during lessons)

I found myself lost, stuck but for one phrase

Kohnt ihr mich mit dem wagen abholen? always would stand me in good stead

Stated with conviction, at sensible intervals, it brought a breath of authenticity

But what if he asked:

Have you learnt your vocab list?

Are you booked on the German trip?

Have you brought your money for the deposit?

Why don’t you just listen and pay attention?

Now when I recite the phrase to friends as part of schoolboy past

It brings a look of wonder and, oh you’ve done well to remember that, I don’t know any French

and I studied it for five years

I can’t help feeling that four hours a week for three years could have taught me more than one phrase

Kohnt ihr mich mit dem wagen abholen?

Yes, but do you want sugar with it?

Very Old Apple

I’ve got an apple in my fridge

I’d never eat it, no

I don’t know what it’s doing there

And wish that it would go

When Soldiers Came

How long will they be in our town

Will they be staying overnight

And will they try and take us down

Will all our men take up the fight

I watched them enter, made no sound

Was breathing quiet as a mouse

I ran up to the burial mound

And saw them stop outside our house

The din they made upon our door

Before you could get up they broke

A window, knocked you to the floor

With batons made from polished oak

The trial was short and hurt me

A deserter from your army life

The general was amused to see

The faces of the child and wife

I kept a diary every day

That you were kept away from me

And when one year had passed away

I threw your clothes into the sea

And watched them sail away, away

The other shore would call them home

I sometimes see you when I pray

With clothes of grey bedecked by foam

Buying Things

There are dandelions growing

In the wooden framed greenhouse

All the glass has gone now

But you can put some more in

The roof of the house will need

Attention shortly

I’m only sorry that I

Didn’t have the opportunity to do it

Would you like a cup of something at all

Or must you be

Yes we must carry on

My son bought me that

Grandfather clock there

The case is mahogany; the hands are ebony

I never thought I would have owned it

The kitchen is below stairs

I can hear the girls laughing

As they cooked on a summer afternoon

If I listen very carefully

So I think everything is okay

You.ll let me know

If you need any help, won’t you?

Of course I’ll keep the paintings

They’re going into storage

I wouldn’t think of selling

What has taken me such an age to buy

This one is a cousin, well loved

It’s a pretty painting and the detail is there

A very clever likeness

Yes, a clever little painting

I’m very grateful for

The renewed interest you have shown

In my house

On Toblerones

Because Toblerones taste better

At room temperature

I leave them on the side now

To get a bit warm

Their funny shape responds somehow

To the moderate heat of Economy 7

On an ordinary March day

I found out to my cost

As being keen to keep my comfort foods fresh

The fridge is where my Toblerone – 400g, big is not the word – was kept

A mistake that I won’t make again in a hurry

Some chocolates

Such as easter eggs – to name a good example

Are infinitely better cool

And respond to the chill of the fridge

And taste much nicer with a crunch

No one likes a soft easter egg

Direct Debit

Monday:

Today I saw a man in the street with a clipboard and fluorescent coat

He said, Have you got a minute; to help these problems

He told me when I did stop that the problems were getting worse

He told me I could really help if I paid by direct debit

He asked me if I’d pay by direct debit

Tuesday:

Today I saw a man in the street with a clipboard and fluorescent coat

He said, Have you got a minute; to help these problems

He looked kind of cold as I said, No thanks, sorry.

He didn’t tell me about the direct debit

No, he didn’t really get to the bit with the direct debit

Wednesday:

Today I saw a man in the street with a clipboard and fluorescent coat

He said, Have you got a minute; to help these problems

I felt really heartless as I tried to ignore him, just walk past

I knew he wanted to tell me about the direct debit

I didn’t want to get into the thing with the direct debit

Thursday:

Today I saw a man in the street with a clipboard and fluorescent coat

He said, Have you got a minute. to help these problems

I was on my lunch hour, I was in a rush to buy someone a birthday card

He looked at me and in his eyes could be read: direct debit.

He’ll just have to wait for someone else’s direct debit

Friday:

Today I saw a man in the street with a clipboard and fluorescent coat

He said, Have you got a minute. to help these problems

I thought, I have got time for people. In fact, I do help. And I like volunteering

But I think he only sees in me a direct debit

Is he paid commission on the number of direct debits?

I Have A Rose

I have a rose lain in my drawer

I keep it there in case you leave me

On that day I’ll offer it

To you to prove I love you still

You don’t know yet about the rose

It’s hidden with some crumpled laundry

Lain upon the softest cotton

Quietly waiting for its purpose

I bought the rose and hatched this plan

When all was peace within your arms

The time will come though soon I know

When it will be a useful ally

And at the moment when I hold

My hand out with my secret flower

And colour surges to your face then

You will know I love you still

Lonely Star

There’s a lonely star shining in the sky tonight

A lonely star shining, breaking up the night

I knew you were watching me from the carousel

It would’ve been easier if your friends weren’t there as well

Could you see me as a poet or an impossible dreamer

Do you see me as one of life’s lack-lustre politic old schemers

I thought of myself as nothing until I met you

Did you think the same as me or were you just passing through

You got into a discussion about Tolstoy and Descartes

The only cards I knew about were the ace and queen of hearts

It’s only my intolerance that stops you getting through

Did you think the same as me that night or were you just passing through

Kicking open a door you found me asleep in your old chair

I wouldn’t have been so idle if I’d known you’d find me there

Sleeping on the job, my excuses couldn’t prove

That I’d never met a girl who looked as beautiful as you

Packing up my case that night you had no right to be so calm

I’d have stayed if only once – just once – you’d tried to twist my arm

My heart was breaking. So long – you couldn’t watch me go

I would’ve gone before if I knew then what I now know

So goodbye lonely star. Goodbye to all your friends

And all the people watching me lose who are chewing their tobacco ends

Goodbye from me. I hope you can sleep.

And forget you ever knew me because I seem to have lost that need

Official Tour

It is said that Mary Queen of Scots

Was imprisoned in this house

I think if you look up there at that casement

You can see where her face would have probably looked out

She stayed in many of the famous country homes

Up and down the country

I can’t think that her life was all that bad

What with all the banqueting and jousting

Did they have jousting at that point?

Public enemy number one was Mary

Not a particularly lucky lady, but nice I should think

As we wander back around to the garden area

We can see the stables where her horses probably waited

We think that she was moved from house to house

For her own personal safekeeping

In my own humble opinion I think it was more a case of

Look who’s coming round to dinner

Did she actually eat with the other noble ladies?

As you all know of course she was eventually beheaded

A cry would have surely rung up from her native land

Of course Scotland was her first love and I’m sure always remained so

Where she probably wanted to be laid to rest

If you would like to gather near the car park

Just there – yes, that’s it – we’ve nearly finished

Can I say how much I’ve enjoyed this tour today

And ask you to please stop in at the gift shop before you go to your coach

No, I don’t think they would have had a gift shop in Mary’s day, no.

Stowaway To Moon – Latest

When I got home my TV was on

I turned it off when I went out

It gave the same pale light as the moon

I heard a voice trying to shout

A woman’s face came on the screen

She made me catch my breath, she looked straight at me

There’s a girl lives alone on the moon

Nobody knows, I’m the only one

Only wants to come home soon

Tired of being far from everyone

She told me everything about her life

How she’d stowed away in ’72

On the last ever rocket to fly to the moon

So young, didn’t know what to do

As she watched it blasting away

All alone, no one ever came back her way

She spent some years by the Sea of Tranquillity

Then made a stranded satellite tune into earth TV

She picked up signals, all she got was me

And for quite some time now she’s been trying to make me see her

I asked her, How on earth do you cope, living all by yourself on the moon

Too hot by day, too cold at night – with no friends, atmosphere or food?

She said she just kind of lived with it

Eating moon rock, drinking water from hot springs

She has a face as pale as moonlight

And dark eyes, darker than the moon.s dark side

Shines all day, though sunshine hides her face

I knew I had to help her to rejoin the human race

So in the dark, in the garden next door

I made a net the size of four small stars

I cast it, aimed directly at the moon

To my delight I caught it, dragged it down to earth

I pulled it closer and heard a sweet sound –

The music of the spheres – then she leapt down to the ground

I let go and the moon span back into its orbit

She dazzled me, she was glowing – her eyes, her smile, embrace, her kiss

On my way home I couldn’t have dreamed of this!

And that’s the whole truth – I’m not trying to lie – I’ve given you the gist

Trees Keep Their Secrets Like We Can’t

Trees keep their secrets like we can’t

Long after we are dead they stand up tall

Silently growing, strengthening, spreading

Watching solidly as we fluctuate, rise and fall

Trees cling to each other like we don’t

Huddling in gangs with strong high branches

Patiently sending themselves to heaven

Gossiping in groups and mocking error

Trees know instinctively what we don’t

How cold it is going to be, when rain will fall

Keeping one another notified, tuned in, their knowledge spreads

Secretly, tearfully glistening in their light dewy pall

You Can Only Go Where Your Heart Leads

She calls me up to tell me she’s leaving

I ask if it’s in a hurry but she says she isn’t grieving

And that sometimes when you.re suffering

And which way don’t like no way, you can only go where your heart leads

It’s a mystery that I for one can stand and watch and see her go

But when she smiled and shook her head I felt like anything but low

And when we met last Saturday, after the last train had gone,

I got down on my knees and asked for her to stay

I said, You can only go where your heart leads

And somewhere through the hazy coffee smoke she spoke

I heard her voice but no noise broke the chill

We agreed to meet after the fourth of July

And I got a pretty good picture of how the land was lying

Because she was crying

Summertime brought a new perspective on the way that I felt

She was calling me but it did not feel real

I heard a warning bell, but well, all she did was dispel my fears, and all my tears

She said, You can only go where your heart leads,

And you can only go where your heart feels

That Same Attraction

I only came because you made me

I wanted not to call you

But I guess that same attraction was there even then

You promised me a dinner

Then we’d walk to the Counter

Along the river, and watch the sun go down

At what point did we go wrong

Our plans were carefully set

Everything we could have done

Was done to keep us falling

From ourselves and the rest

At what point did we go wrong

We both knew that we shouldn’t

Be married or together

Who could say fairer. At least we both knew that

A definite arrangement

What sorrow sweet as parting

Standing there my own eyes met yours and I fell transfixed

At what point did we go wrong

Our plans were carefully set

Everything we could have done

Was done to keep us falling

From ourselves and the rest

At what point did we go wrong

A miracle had happened

As you know we both were friends

Our sheer imagination had contrived to make us fools again

I take your hands . . .

I hear a sound . . .

A sound like ‘Please forgive me – let me go’

I kiss your face

And I start to fade

Back into the furniture

Is this our fate?

I kneeled before you

I gave you my hand

Why can’t we go our own way

And leave it at that, as we planned?

Motor Moped

Can you give me an assurance that you mean what you say

Will you have sold it when I come back later today

I’ve always wanted a moped, and this is my big chance

A brown and solid gleaming motorcycle romance

I don’t care if you laugh at me

I don’t care if I can’t really speed

Because the person on this moped is me

The person on this moped is me

I will polish her politely and touch her body lovingly

Won’t cover her with stickers, or treat her slovenly

We’ll be set free as we drive along together

And all my friends are saying ‘Can’t wait to see you in your leathers’

I don’t care if you laugh at me

I don’t care if I can’t really speed

Because the person on this moped is me

The person on this moped is me

Oh what could have made you sell me down the river

It’s disgusting and childish and makes me want to quiver

Say you haven’t sold her – please keep me not on tenterhooks

I want my pretty moped – don’t want any fender books

It’s breaching your honour how you put someone on her

And watched him ride away – another sale, another day

What can you be thinking – my baby’s gone and left me

My baby’s gone and left me – bereft

I don’t care if you laugh at me

I don’t care if I can’t really speed

Because the person on this moped is me

The person on this moped is me

Wednesday a.m.

Wednesday a.m.

Sitting on the steps of my lover.s house

Looking to the sky for inspiration

Dreaming of a dry wind to melt my perspiration

And I wonder, if things could ever be the same

And I wonder, if you can even recall my name

Or what I said last time we met

I love you, baby

I love you, baby

I love you, baby

I hope that maybe

We can go out tonight

At weekends

You were always the one who let me hold your hand

Running for the last train after midnight

Keeping all my hopes and expectations water-tight

And though sometimes I feel that I can take the pain

I’m so tired, because all you want to do is play

And I can’t stay with you that way