Stay with a smile that knows just how to leave me.
Show me sunbeams through your white-clad walls.
I’ve built a city on the words that deceive me:
Your ghost before me, the echo of your call.
Woman, oh woman, my soul belongs to me.
Woman, oh woman, you won’t get to me.
And I remember the promise you sang me:
The teardrop sky; the taste of the floor.
But I love the rags in which you hang me:
Nails in my back; a slap across my jaw.
The glance that melts me, made of treacle on steel.
Those tender lips I never thought I’d meet.
The body that makes me use my own as a shield.
The ground on which I’ve always longed to kiss your feet.
I believe these were my first complete song lyrics.