Manchester Revisited
He fell in love with the nuclear strike of a rose firmly pinioned beneath two incisors
And bathed in the morning light
She said, stay one more night
He took the train down to Manchester, giving his lab coats away to a five year old
Shaking his head as he threw all his luggage to the rocks below
10 miles of writing smeared by the snow
His head out the window, gasping the cold, he said, don't let this feeling let me go
She fell in bed with a nuclear physicist, gave him a toothy smile and a twist of her hair
Ten million mega-tons in her kiss. She sighed to herself, you're better than this
She took the train out of Manchester, pocketing volumes away of a lifetime that she could have spent Hovering blithely through the Mancunian streets, or engulfed lightly in hotel sheets
Or withered and lonely, feeding the geese
Meet me outside
Our lives
He fell in love with the lily-white particles that caused her freckles to sparkle and magically sing
She fell apart at the thought of spending another miserable day in this scene
He took the train up to Manchester searching the rain swept streets for a rose in a black wool lapel
She took the train out of Manchester, where it will lead, she will never tell
And bathed in the morning light
She said, stay one more night
He took the train down to Manchester, giving his lab coats away to a five year old
Shaking his head as he threw all his luggage to the rocks below
10 miles of writing smeared by the snow
His head out the window, gasping the cold, he said, don't let this feeling let me go
She fell in bed with a nuclear physicist, gave him a toothy smile and a twist of her hair
Ten million mega-tons in her kiss. She sighed to herself, you're better than this
She took the train out of Manchester, pocketing volumes away of a lifetime that she could have spent Hovering blithely through the Mancunian streets, or engulfed lightly in hotel sheets
Or withered and lonely, feeding the geese
Meet me outside
Our lives
He fell in love with the lily-white particles that caused her freckles to sparkle and magically sing
She fell apart at the thought of spending another miserable day in this scene
He took the train up to Manchester searching the rain swept streets for a rose in a black wool lapel
She took the train out of Manchester, where it will lead, she will never tell
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Writer(s): Michael Gilland
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