Soon every young flower could break Kiss their naked melting hearts Soft as smoke, a painful song to make It’s not us You haunt the stars of velvet yesterday You beat a shimmering astral path You learnt to trust in blush and blaze away It’s not us Now the stars are falling from your eyes Now the stars are falling from the skies Now the stars are falling from your eyes Now the stars are falling Watch the stars collide… Here you are, the king of your mistakes Crown prince of pulled apart Trapped between your past and never way It’s not us Now the stars are falling from your eyes Now the stars are falling from the skies Now the stars are falling from your eyes Now the stars are falling Watch the stars collide…

We won't be regarded 'til we're dead They'll acknowledge us not before the audit Worry not, our genius will be spared Just far too late for us to reap the plaudits Cause you and I are children of a lesser god We're not what the public wanted Though they think that we're out of our heads They'll come around but not until we've snuffed it Our entry in the all-star hall of fame Will read "They ruled the world after they left it" Cause you and I, we did more than they thought we could It just wasn't what they wanted It just wasn't what they wanted... Cause you and I are children of a lesser god We're not what the public wanted.

Got a way of thinking I might have borrowed from other folks I hold a view that's often self-defeating And often wrong Got a way of working that's far removed from hit-and-hope I take a back seat in my own adventures with everyone If you could accommodate this heart If you could, maybe life wouldn't be so hard If you could accommodate this heart... Got a way around this, if you would only drug my milk And sneak me in the opening by the pilot I won't look down If you could accommodate this heart If you could, maybe life wouldn't be so hard If you could accommodate this heart...

Cross your heart at Hebden Bridge And take me out to Pendle Trains will pass Sowerby Bridge And lead us on to Fence and Nelson Walk along the reservoir It doesn’t get much better, does it? Coming home to build a fire To warm ourselves up Cross your heart at Hebden Bridge, and take me out to Pendle Rainclouds gather on the ridge And overlook a thousand people We can see your house then we Walk down the valley into Barley You must be able to see How you light me up I’ve not made this up Please don’t say it’s all downhill from here Cross your heart at Hebden Bridge And take me out to Pendle On the tor, towards the witches We’re the best of autumn’s apples And I guess why Providence Has brought me here again to Roughlee Take me in your confidence I’ll listen, not judge If you need a crutch But please, stay in touch Please don’t say it’s all downhill from here

Kites and gliders soaring overhead Cloudless skies and sunshine Close your eyes - take a deep breath A light breeze is welcome on the face Feeling warm and sleepy, let your troubles drift away This is where I first remember seeing you This is where I first believed that love was true This is where I first dreamt of a pretty life This is where an angel kissed me for the first time Endless summer evenings on the hill Drink a bottle of wine - we’re the only sound up here Watch the streetlights flicker down below Hug on rug-filled benches 'til the morning, 'til we go This is where I first remember seeing you This is where I first believed that love was true This is where I first dreamt of a pretty life This is where an angel kissed me for the first time

You tell me what you know And I'll tell you what I know And if our stories match In happy circumstance You tell me what you know And I'll tell you what I know And if our stories match Then maybe there's a chance In time Maybe that we are not alone Oh you know we are not alone Maybe that we can make the one We can make the one You tell me what you know And I'll tell you what I know And if the text demands We're dizzy where we stand You tell me what you know And I'll tell you what I know And if it comes down to the last Let's not let it pass In time Maybe that we are not alone Oh you know we are not alone Maybe that we can make the one We can make the one We are not alone So you tell me what you know... I know.

You're known as the girl with a permanent hand in the quicksand The texture was pleasing at first, but things don't go as planned How did you end up so hollow and bruised anyway? Your dual assassins, whoever's eyes they had, lay quiet You'd let them inside your parade when the moment arrived So you marked out the space for your friends to invade But the turf wasn't hallowed, or sacred, or safe You'd do well to stay out... You took your resentment to bed down within your companions And opened it up to the floor without telling someone But smothering it all was no way to behave That was so fucking selfish, start acting your age You'd do well to stay out... When the tumblegirl falls from the top There'll be somebody taller to pick her back up Leave the quiet boy sifting the dust He had too much to give So much for haircuts and kindness, they don't win you over There once was a chance but it dissolved a long time ago So why do you spend every night sharing the sheets in your underwear? It's no surprise he can't sleep You'd do well to stay out When the tumblegirl falls from the top There'll be somebody taller to pick her back up Leave the quiet boy outside to rust Now there's no more to give When your legs gave way you couldn't stop And now it's 50 floors down, still you welcome the drop But the ghost of your poor shattered eggs will be the last one to quit (you silly bitch) You're still the girl with a permanent hand in the quicksand.

The contacts by the bed That meant that she was there The warm smell of her hair after a shower Hot chocolate by the road That evening when it snowed A tear-duct overload (and she said) “Have you really never done all this before? You should have said, I could have given you a guided tour You play me like an expert I knew you weren’t a fool But where did you…learn to do that?” Her reciting folk tunes On morning afternoons Untidy double rooms of shoes and towels A weekend in the lakes A fancy-dress mistake The look upon her face (when she said) “Have you really never done all this before? You should have said, I could have given you a guided tour You play me like an expert I knew you weren’t a fool But where did you…learn to do that?”

A triptych of tiptoes, footfalls and featherweight You leave without me Feet forming perfect prints in the snow In the snow Although without you My life is meaningful It’s just the feeling Doesn’t seem as much fun any more Any more Even inside you all I felt was emptiness there It’s impossible to fight it Laying beside you it felt like there was nobody there So I’ll hold my hands up in defeat… This is my failed love song This sixth-form poetry will tempt no-one Into my arms Into my arms I’ve had a whole life full of friendship But my lovelife does not seem to persist It’s all I want It’s all I want You’ve inspired a key Obsession fixed in me Summer or winter It’s just the same, couples everywhere Hands and hair Taking a detour – it no longer puts me at ease It’s impossible to fight that It’s been three years since you were so eager to please So I’ll hold my hands up in defeat This is my failed love song This sixth-form poetry will tempt no-one Into my arms Into my arms I’ve had a whole life full of friendship But my lovelife does not seem to persist It’s all I want It’s all I want It’s all I want It’s all I want