Reaching For John Dowland

Jonny imagined the wonderful sound Submarine sunk on the Thames by a cloud Indian brave in the planes of a mall Hunting the ground for the shortest return Away from here a miners’ cage falls Dancing like rain off the face of the road Twisting and tearing wheel snakes in his hand Later is burned, tomorrow is burned Torching his alien blood in a forge Away from here the gunners raise a storm Here you waited for me Waited long on the outside Or the darkside or something Here you waited for me Waited long on the outside Or the darkside Here you waited for me Jonny was making the wonderful sound Searching the strings for a meaning No-one was there, there was no-one at all Alone in a huddle, smashing electrons Away from here a city eats itself alive