Northern
River Song
Meet me at
Hebden Bridge train station in the rain
You can
get there in about half an from Leeds train station on the 12.21 train
It’s OK to
be a lil off time
We’ll
discuss last night’s desert island discs
And your poor
old alabaster wrists
In ribbons
And how
now Mark Rothko paintings make ‘em sting
We’ll have
a laugh
By the
grave of Sylvia Plath
Be wary
with your ankle
Watch not
to twist it in the so called devil’s foothole
On the
walk back from the cemetery in Heptonstall
The sun’ll
go down
On us all
and this Northern town
The mini
cab office is looking for rivers
Maybe we
could spare ‘em a couple of tears
By the
water’s edge
It’ll bob bob along
bob
In its old
sweet song
And if the
meaning of life is weather
Here’s the
rain having a lie down
And round
here it stays in beds round here for days
Dreaming
its dreams in streams
Of
mountaintop swims
And
remember when you asked the Aire what made it so blue
And where
it was off t’
If only we
knew
Will you
call me when you get there?
And
remember that time where I told you I was worried that cats were in danger of
becoming overrated
So you to
told me that you prefer kittens
And that it’s
not exactly like we’re in ancient Egypt or something
The last train’s
bout quarter past
So we’ll
say our goodbyes fast
And as
nothing lasts
Only the past
I’ll walk
home
After
midnight
With no
particular place to go
To smoke
tab ends religiously
Which is
the only way to do so
To do so
to
do so
to
do so
to do
so
Thinking bout nothing particular
Thinking
bout what’ll I do
Thinking
bout blue
Which is
the only way to do so
To do so
to
do so
to
do so
to do
so
