The Picture

There's no light in my eyes Though there are lights in the sky There's no love for me on this train There's no cocaine in this cocaine There's no diving, no bombing and no heavy petting No moon for the crooning No sun for the setting No road to the past No ever forgetting your face No canvassers, hawkers, salesmen or dogs No wind in the willows No phone in the box No hair on the pillow Cascading and framing your face But there is a picture Lost in the ether Chewed to corruption By the binary oceans of you and I kissing, fizzing and hoping Before the landslide There is a picture There is a picture Grasping dignity's final thread I hauled my body from your bed Hollow echo down the hall Slowly closing hotel door You're a pitiless millstone Impossible check You're a lure to the shore And the rocks and a wreck You're a slender and elegant foot on the neck And I love you You're a figment, a rumour A kiss on the wind You're smoke in a dance And a kick in the shins And we had the answers Would you pull the wings off of anything? But there is a picture Lost in the ether Chewed to corruption By the binary oceans of you and I kissing, fizzing and hoping Before the landslide There is a picture One moment electric There is a picture Lost in the ether Chewed to corruption By the binary oceans of you and I kissing, fizzing and hoping Before the landslide There is a picture There is a picture