Art Longwood

Is it alright that we don't get on
Now that I've told you that I don't love you?
Is it alright that we may never
Walk upon the factory floor again together?

Other minds are hidden orbs
Without windows, without doors
But your expression tells me all
Within ten minutes I've made my call
Happiness is a sparky flame
In a wider epic dark of pain
But I imagine other ways
And other things to call my days

There's a suitcase in the sand
Adjacent to a lonely man
Who passes papers 'cross his lap
His temples, with his pen, he taps
Running in a country lane
In a suit to catch a train
Maybe I should climb a tree
And be Art Longwood, set me free!

Is it alright that we don't get on
Now that I've told you that I don't love you?
Is it alright that we may never
Walk upon the factory floor again together?



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Jackson
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