A magnet at my very core Pulls me northwards further than before But nights are shorter Lying with the truth laid out like that And your cold star gazing from the flat roof The nerves, the cat He's happier in the grip of a daft half hour Than in his

I laid the night before me Unraveled the tangles of my heart All I felt was stale hallow air These streams of uncertainty They are collapsing upon my mind Torrents fill my veins until I burst With mistaken guilt and shame My battered bones Try to keep