Wasted

Heaven
It ain't heaven
If I haven't
your love

Prism
Your eyes are a prison
for all the colours of
summertime

But the flowers will wither
As we fall and we sit here
and quietly listen
To the clatter of hangers
swinging on their lines
Lighter by their jackets

Is it
a bliss that you missed it?
You lying there twisted
like a vine
Enthralling
Your feathers are falling
In a shower of
red and wine

And the clouds will deliver
As we fall and we sit here
and quietly listen
To the smashing on pavements
of broken hearts
Lighter by their spirits

We walk, we run
And we fall
in love, we love

We're wasted
We're wasted and young
We're wasted
So decidedly wasted

The Lights

I see her
In darkness she is solarised
And I see her
when the lights come flashing
I'll see her in heaven

The seers, believers
Set their souls alight
And I see them
when the clouds come crashing
I'll see them in heaven

Oh the lights, the lights
Shine me down to heaven

Litmus

Whatever you want
Whatever you need, my love
The vision arrests my heart
The division tears my heart

To pieces
Like urban decline
So surely
In pieces we lie

You know that I'll be there
As sure as the sun will forever shine
I'll leave it all behind
Just to feel her

Whatever you want
Whatever you need, my love
Whenever you want my heart
Whenever you want, my heart

The pieces
of urban decline
The pieces of us

The molten clouds are breaking
Let's just sit here and wait a while
The light from my heart
Will burn and dry your scarlet eyes