DRIVEN

Driving over to your place the twin towers of Crystal Palace
Hang in empty air by my neck craning round empty
Rooftops the skyline clear and a clean wiped sheet of grey
When you make household gods you cradle civilisation
And I've not found my voice yet, no, not even now clearing
My throat, but I'm glad you changed your mind and decided
You like the Venus as much as you love dancing
Cherry blossom – our love with the shelf-life unknown
I've been meaning to tell you we just get in the car and go.