To the girl among nightwatchmen
My other, my joy with your oil-drum fire
You were my gentle unfolding
The wool and the dye, the needle and eye
These songs you sing as you waltz her up the stairs
And the boy smiles at the wheels of the chair
We are loved for these things that pass us by
All we're good for
As the sand flows into the hourglass
You hold every grain that it might remain
Part of me wants to see you crumble
Like those toys on a plinth
Pool of alabaster limbs into my arms
So that I might have my place
Although the crutch may just serve
To dull the only blade
That you brought to this fight
Let's go another round
Let's go another round
To the girl among nightwatchmen
The long fingers of morning
Will take you by the hand
Precious stones, they're all spoken for
You've chosen the tunes
Everything is just so, is just so
And now birdsong, ice clinking in the sun
Drip feed of gentle talk and pleasantries
And I wait for a gap in the traffic
To tell her I'll always hold you close
It's all I'm good for
