The Picture

There's no light in my eyes
Though there are lights in the sky
There's no love for me on this train
There's no cocaine in this cocaine
There's no diving, no bombing and no heavy petting
No moon for the crooning
No sun for the setting
No road to the past
No ever forgetting your face

No canvassers, hawkers, salesmen or dogs
No wind in the willows
No phone in the box
No hair on the pillow
Cascading and framing your face

But there is a picture
Lost in the ether
Chewed to corruption
By the binary oceans of you and I kissing, fizzing and hoping
Before the landslide
There is a picture
There is a picture

Grasping dignity's final thread
I hauled my body from your bed
Hollow echo down the hall
Slowly closing hotel door
You're a pitiless millstone
Impossible check
You're a lure to the shore
And the rocks and a wreck
You're a slender and elegant foot on the neck
And I love you

You're a figment, a rumour
A kiss on the wind
You're smoke in a dance
And a kick in the shins
And we had the answers
Would you pull the wings off of anything?

But there is a picture
Lost in the ether
Chewed to corruption
By the binary oceans of you and I kissing, fizzing and hoping
Before the landslide
There is a picture

One moment electric
There is a picture
Lost in the ether
Chewed to corruption
By the binary oceans of you and I kissing, fizzing and hoping
Before the landslide
There is a picture
There is a picture