View From the Air (Escondig)

And she's rushing full throttle out of there,
out of this sickening affair and into the
crowded London streets as all the saints
rise protecting her starked naked body
Because she's crying in a porcelain bath.

And she can't stop worrying about everything
she's been and done, the sick and mud that
she's hugged and slobbered over, what could
redeem her? What could she say when he
comes back through the smoke at the station?
Will he say, 'I love you anyway'?

It's a vain, perilous hope and she's searching
for fags in her bathrobe (that was one thing
she gave up but old habits die hard) and like
the jester, the joker on the card, the problem
in the pack she thinks this is it; there is no
way back.

And across the ocean, the still great ocean
the blue lights whisper and hum an old tune
above the hideous clapping of the waves;
She's one of the kind,
One of the mould who
cracked the clay and
let it lay broken for
the smoke to roll in.
It's shaping her vision
into cheap tricks and
candy sticks.

A cheap puppet to
a sickening affair.

And the secrets safe but on the phone he's sounding worried,
Because she can't keep the rivers in her and the tears are
flowing out now as she crosses the London fog, the London sea.
And though she tries to make it, to explain it away it will always
come back. She wants to tell him, she wants to let it all out.

And Jersusalem is shining on a hill. All clothed in green and white
The London sea has turned bright at the moment of armageddon.

The truth blurts out.
How it all is.
It's
Changed.
She
Says.
I'm
not
the girl
you
fell in
love
with.


There is silence.


Across the ocean, the still green ocean of fields and hay,
The lover light burns bright and doesn't go out;
You're one of a kind, he says.
One of the chosen,
Lover and beloved,
Saved at the turn of the day.

I love you, he says,
Whatever the cost.
Sure, it hurts me
But Girl, let me
show you so you
understand.

Your life ain't over.
Your death hasn't come,
And I'm coming over
tommorow to help you.
Together we'll make it
through.
Just me and you.

How about it honey?
Just me and you.