We live on opposite sides of the same coin
You light up a cigarette … silently
You won't look directly at me
In fact you turn your back on me
I lose my temper instantly
As you would say "It's just me"


And we find at last there's nothing left to say
Our bonhomie exhausted and the banter all gone stale
So sitting in a cold room's recreation for the day
And then we'll talk of nothing again
Escaping to the past is perfect treatment for the malady affecting us and everything we do
Dreaming of went before we long to turn the clock back both to us and other bodies that we knew
And making love with closed eyes separates us from the discontent and tedium
Transports us back in time
Recapturing, Remembering a Face or just a Movement for a Moment

Forgetting who we are

And probably there's nothing else belies our sense of distance
Quite as much as the insane desire we feel
Our party games avoid the action
You could think of something else
But so could I …


Together we made a pact of failure
Admit defeat and turn on baby
Let's preach chance instead of pain
And try to practice was we preach
We used to work in metaphors
Now boredom does the job for us

WE TWO

KISS, KISS

SLUG FROM THE JAR

AND WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER WE DON'T KNOW WHO WE ARE