he said he was a saint
and he had some colour movies
"you will grow older and then younger
tattoed like a loser"
long streams of silence connect hand to hand
with the memories in the car parks
and the flowers and the sand
so here are the wings and the burnt out suits
here are the maps of all your youth
here where the songs are all of longing
here where the skies are always haunting
and I'm running, yes I'm running....
I am running across thin ice with tigers
he was talking as I glanced away
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