5pm March, West Facing Window (March 2012; London)

Here's a song, one of the many that have been sitting unfinished for the last few months. I won't write many more like this, it's getting time to switch up.

Do you believe that we ever did grow

Or just changed our proportions in changing our homes?

It's quick to the heart and it's close to the bone

You're loved but you're sick and I'm well but alone

Even though I was the weaker one.

You say you've this fear of the end in your head

Though we pray for the dead, we still bury our dead

Do you crave sleep when you've fucked and you've fed?

Are you one of us then, are you one of us then?

Only one of many animals.

If you were a brother to me

You'd pull my hands from my eyes and would force me to see

If I'm to be a brother to you…?

But I know you

You'll go too far

Confusing high rise lights for stars, cats' eyes for cars

When you're in the dark you should know where you are

All I can tell you is all that I know

That is all you can hope is a room of your own

With some west facing window for home

If you were a brother to me

You would shout in my ears and would not let me sleep

If I'm to be a brother to you…?

If I'm to be a brother to you

which one of these things do you think that I'd do...?