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