He’s out there in the backyard
Staring into space
I don’t know what he’s doing
I can’t even see his face
He stumbled in while I was sleeping
I didn’t catch the time
I don’t know if we’re speaking
I’ve forgotten all my lines

Mum always treats him
Like the son she never had
Don’t you let him go
I know she’ll say I’m mad
Cupid fired an arrow
Without taking aim
I feel no fear
And I feel no pain

The planes up in the air
Are wondering how to land
Holding on like hell
I’m left clutching sand
Did I feel his touch
Did I dream a kiss
(Or) Was it my imagination
How did we come to this

Two boats passing in the night
Moving slowly, bathed in lights
No waves turned
No ghostly trails
There are signs of life
But there’s nothing in the sails

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“Lipstick sunset” = thanks to John Hiatt for the phrase