Parlour Steps A Pagan And A Cook
If we are the end of death
Then I'll pause and savour this breath
If we are just fistfuls of dust blowing our way west
We are also as good as a guess
A pagan and a cook had to share a body
She managed to hold it together quite admirably
She took to seeing crows commuting over the city
As signals against misfortune and folly
Could I be the lover you left
Before we had even met?
Let's not get out of this bed
Let the traffic go on without us instead
Don't be cynical about love when things go bad
Don't be cynical about love – it's all we have!
