A Bus Stop On Holloway Road

This is a carcass bleeding for a story
Cross wires rusting, silence is falling
The violent boyfriend phase flashes up
Is that all that happened to the so-called us?

For me the red walls
And your bed very much calling
From a loveless night
And now it’s very much morning

So if I’ve got a heart
A last hooking gasp
Empty chairs grappling on the spot
Ingesting her everything and everything she’s not

For me the red walls
And your bed very much calling
From a loveless night
And now it’s very much morning

Violent house fire house for a mouse
Gave her context for stricken smiles
As she went with the dog
And her untrod miles
My always packed bags
Are heavy on my back
I return for the millionth time
And left again sometime after that

For me the red walls
And your bed very much calling
From a loveless night
And now it’s very much morning

Neil told me, I love you
And I do
I never knew
That a bus stop on Holloway Road
Would be the last time I ever saw you

For me the red walls
And your bed very much calling
From a loveless night
And now it’s very much morning
And now it’s very much morning