| Hello |
| I watch you come and go |
| I know you can hear my voice |
| Don’t walk away |
| Come daydream with me |
| In closed loops and future-proof cardboard to caviar |
| Let’s show them how good we are |
| If you look after me, I’ll look after you |
| Sonar, night vision or desperate lovers |
| Seeking privacy for their forbidden |
| I am their defenseless host |
| Through my open wounds they let themselves in |
| Sheltered (sheltered), they mock me (they mock me) |
| If you stand up for me, I’ll stand up for you |
| I’m weather-beaten in a losing battle punctured by nature, becoming organic |
| The air in here ages me, ungracefully! |
| But if you take care of me, I will take care of you |
| Oh, my crumbling heart! |
| If you’ll be good to me, |
| I’ll be good to you |
| I’m amidst |
| I could be the best decision you ever made, a beacon, your peaceful corner |
| Find me, cherish me, take me on or pull me down |
| You choose (Wait!) |
| Oh, safe in the ache of soul-decay! |
| 'Cause I will remember you |
| Will you (Remember me?) |
| Bespoke to broken, this interwoven tapestry of tragedy, |
| Crooked frames and cracked glazing |
| Slithers of wistful window gazes glint in borrowed light |
| Where doorways with no door stage a ballet of leaves, |
| Who pirouette in the footsteps of once glorious days |
| By peeling paint, I’m a sunken ceiling, |
| I’m cracking up, and can seem threatening |
| I’m falling apart |
| I’m scary at night |
| Take dark, forbidden |
| Keep out, keep out! |
| No, no, no go forth |
| A has-been, a once was, the leftovers, an eyesore, bleeding, oxidising, |
| A few remaining, unloved, emotionally damaged, a waste of space, |
| A nuisance, I haven’t had time to become, unwanted! |
| What’s gone? I’m losing it |
| This is not what I stand for |
| This is not what I stand for |
| This is not what I stand for |
| It was a perfectly good grand piano |
| Stop in the name of love! |
| I’ve got just what you’re looking for! |
| I’ve got tree-lined interiors, |
| Where we can dine with the biosphere |
| If you’ll take care of me, I’ll take care of you |
| If you be good to me, then I’ll be good to you |
| I’m a story in mourning, and you’re the author |
| So pour out your masterpiece |
| Entropy increasing, how long before I’m dust? |
| Can we discuss? |