Building As Foreign

how we ended up here with the start we had amazes me

from humble backyard brawl and smiles to zero on the gauges

those tea leaves. A paper straw. A nylon fumble. A shaky jaw

'cos we wore boots and football strips - some strange clothes for a first kiss

and I'll point out the signs the ones that people that don't know don't care a jot for

double hedges, A single shop, that square of grass that we wrestled on.

I love to come back It's making me tall

but when I get there there's nothing at all

owned the foundations and brick by brick

you built a home for a family

all those coats on the stand like a cluster of people hand in hand

hang at odds with the sods who inhabit them

we marked our heights by the door I was sad to leave through in that September storm

sadder still to return each winter hoping to find

something more than a building full of strangers

the livingroom's soaked up more tears than it's had conversations

I love to come back It's making me tall

but when I get there there's nothing at all

owned the foundations and brick by brick

you built a home for a family

I love to come back It's making me tall

but when I get there there's nothing at all

fly past the red bricks in double time

to find a building as foreign as if it never was mine

heartbeat rises as I go down

down to that beacon in the open ground a hurricane

heartbeat rises and no surprise

that look of hunger in your open eyes

you'll be glad that you came