The Shipping Forecast

She made a starshape

On the ground

Drew me up with marmite fingers

She was the most English of girls

Hair hung straight to pretty curls

Ducking for froth with the end of her nose

Harry Nilsson pours out on a cartridge

It starts to rain

All our wishes came unstuck

All that we wanted

There's truth in travellers' tales

There was this girl

In the summer I'll be boring them

Both with castles

When we're apart

All our wishes came unstuck

All that we wanted

I have been there

Spinning with the payload

"It's a bomb dear –

Elbows off the table."

One by one cloudless and starry

Age of reason sheer weight of numbers

Took the path to the top of the hill

Stopping for breath

Stopping for holding on

Where do we go from here

Right to the end

Right to the end of the sky

The older I get the less it makes sense

The colder I get

When you are there

It starts to make a little bit of sense

When you're not around

It doesn't make any sense anymore

It's all fallen down

Vespasian brought his legion here

Now it's all fallen down

Vespasian brought his people round

Now it's all fallen down

Within the circle of a Kathryn wheel

That starts to burn and turn

Away from here