You'll always be a level-headed throwback to me
One handle on a word
Another resting on a door
There's whispers in the water
That you don't like what you see
But we know that there'll be rarer things
Than these that you'll ignore

You'll always be an iceberg
In a stormy, stormy night
Still delicate and always
Teflon coated to the end
There's whispers in the air
Of things you want to set alight
All poem books and pictures
That you can't bring back or mend

There you go
You've got that whicker basket smile on
There's things you know
But there are people you rely on

There's static and I think
That you can feel it more than me
And though you keep it clear
Expiry dates do nothing can't you see

There you go you've got that whicker basket smile on
There's things you know
But there are people you rely on

And there you go because you think
You might be better off apart
But if you knew that
Would you say that we were wasted from the start