She took my hand and sent me sailing solar winds
Through drunken thoughts and sober dreams
Along nine weeks of missed smiles; covering the miles between us
Where twenty minutes become two hours,
Shrinking the gap between close friends and long distance lovers

But cuffed to my trembling self, coming to, coming down
With stagnant persepctive in a splitting head
Hearing the nurse's drawl drawing noughts and crosses
On my sad cliche, falling stalemate to apathy
Nothing's changed

Not a single thing will.
It didn't take long to realise
The safest place was not her arms, but her eyes
Where she can't see you
For her gaze, it blisters;
Grey skin to cinders