I creep up the wall into your garden

bruised from the fall

and you're there on the stairs 

drinking your chardonnay in blue underwear



you and your eyes light the darkest room

in the darkest house

and nobody else can call you theirs



this tiara is yours

you must have lost if when 

you fell from the stars



lead me by the hand

take me beneath the waves

to your atlantis sand



you and your eyes light the darkest room

in the darkest house

and nobody else can call you theirs



stay just as you are

you're the nearest thing that I have to art

and all the colours you have

are stuck in the chemicals of this

photograph