Saint Swithin the patron saint of patronage

thinking back now
with my own hands
like the love that we spoke of forever
strange as it may seem
i feel like ive won the cup
the girl done better
a secret message to a happy home
my terror is complete
no need to act tough
they defied the landlords
you poor take courage
the god of greed
end all my fears
i pray this night
you will sail back
I wish that I could remember the first moment that we met
my diary dont even help
i know the days
i waked up in a dry bed
daddy i did
sister come feel
the clock is watching me
two dozen enquiries
nobody can say what the matter is
im sorry to say
to revisit the places we used to go together
keep the phone out of my way
i loved you then
i dont to change the world
they put you on a pedastal
you're a much better fishmonger
everything else is just icing on the cake
the strongman egyptologist
when you walk without peace
now im outside your house
20 years, 7 months and 27 days
you know when we sat out on the fire escaping talking
your sexual politics has left me all in a muddle
and how i loved those evening classes
ten hundred books could i write you
i wouldnt spread such a rumour around
if the women didnt enter into the deal
you will get lost in the universe alone
you will sail back before the day gets bright
when the world falls apart some things stay in place
her husband was one of those blokes
they stitched her back together
you and i were victims
a hot day, the smell of hairspray
late at night a lover thinks of these things
when he drops you off
as long as you come back to me
you said you loved me
You have your reasons, I will not ask...