6 November 2003
Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
We huddle around the door of the bus like so many lemmings looking for a cliff. Poised and alert, mustn't dally. Places to go, people to see, work to be done.
Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies
Her hair is perfect as she stands on the corner, waiting for the lights to change. I reach a hand up self-consciously in response, feeling a twinge of jealousy as my fingers try to tame my unruly locks.
I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come
They stand in a telephone box, his arm across the opening, preventing her from leaving. I can't tell if they're arguing or sharing a moment.
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
He walks slowly along the pavement, deep in thought. His hands, clasped behind his back, work at a paper tissue, rolling it between his fingers forming it into a rope.
And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me
The doors open as I approach and I step inside, exchanging the milky morning light for the harsher fluorescent light of the office.
beep
I put the earphones away and step into the lift.
sigh
Another working day begins.
*sigh* I hear ya! This morning, I'd trade anything for a the soft light of morning filtered through curtains, and me still in bed with R.
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