Broken English

The boy Harry was the brightest thing

You’d ever hope to see

May looked young enough

To be his baby sister on the beach

He was Ptolemy’s Earth to her

For a while they knew how it might be

To conquer all the world

Then they grew old

Growing tired and tongue-tied

He stopped coming home

She had no-one to call her own

She waited for a moment

Their first baby only fell asleep

Under the moving trees

He was Ptolemy’s Earth to her

Harry gave her too many faces

Too many dark places

She gave him a boy that was his

And a boy that was not his

Weary now and wearing out

They tore each other’s heart out

They ripped each other apart

Say he’d waited there for a moment

Then pushed him back to the sea

They sold up and moved on

Sunday morning father

Made of stone

Alexander stopped here