Having A Good Time

Black

restless in the pale moonlight, the scratching of the stars 
like the growing pains of tv heroes 
that fade away like scars; so slow 
to a pindrop speck of cobalt blue 
from a rainbow, just like from a rainbow 
headstones as far as the eye can see 

let the heartache begin 
the spiral take you down again 
there’s space to grow, there’s room to breathe 
it only hurts you while you fall 
and then it doesn’t hurt at all 
it only hurts you as you drop 
and then it stops 
but it’s cold here, as cold as sitting 
in the dark sea of tranquillity 
so high and dry, dreaming of my 
having a good time 

laughter in the street below 
the sweep of passing cars 
late night carousers spilling out on to the streets 
from late night drinking bars, oh yes 
and they all say will you marry me? 
‘cause I need a rainbow, yes i need a rainbow 

headstones as far as the eye can see