While city bred birds lie silent in nests
The echoing sound of the motor car mess
Travels like wind, flicking the boughs
Of buildings and people, while
The midday night sky of orange and red
Seeps through the curtains and pools in your head

The shade of the noise makes quiet on trains
An engine like cough and silence again
Their edges are worn like winter aged coats
Its raining, they swim, just keeping afloat
Passing advertisments, tearing on by
Grassy green hills, selling your life

Heart wrenching glance, but never a gaze
You'll never know her longer than now
White collar love, sweetly been scented
Travels like wind, a chill on your brow