Conversation

North Atlantic winter, seven hours out of harbour

On a night of swelling ocean and ice cold water

The lines got snagged on the bottom and the winch got jammed

It took only moments for the boat to go over

I broke the surface kicking and gasping

There were just three of us swimming but soon I was alone

Me and the seagulls talking, I just kept on swimming

Me and the seagulls talking

And though nothing much was said

It was a conversation of a kind

You take any companion you can find

Green and red and red and amber, Friday night pan-handling

On the Leeds Road junction, steady drizzle falling

And some cars splash past, but some they pull over

Wind their windows down, red and green and amber

And though nothing much is said

It's a conversation of a kind

You take any companion that you can find

All those flickering lights across the town

Crackling connections and animals running

There are ghosts everywhere and the nights watching

Call me anytime, call me anytime

And nothing much will be said

It will be a conversation of a kind

Call me anytime, call me anytime