He got her very quickly Holding hands, they found the he had control as far as the fall When his hand covered wet She over among furniture wax Dust, and the cloying of polishing-cloth When he was sick, she him
Oh hush, my friend, and And to the wind Sleep on the waves That may wet lover's dream
We have been far this night long hours We go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...
He couldn't do it The disco, the office, the pub, Had out those details of delight. Satisfied, he would out, at why she still squirmed, Held him, tears curling into her mouth This was something their always omitted That her joy seem like pain When he after his release.
Do sand and and stones Peep in through night? But you not be hurt For all pass with time.
We have been far through night long hours We go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...
In the third of the relationship She was tripping on acid stop to pick up a rained-out leaf Would give it into his hand Full of dead before they reached the car
When they drove she sat with mouth As though photographed on the of a stomach punch Her fist gripping the skin of his left leg
Hooking the steering-wheel closer to his He feared her, and out sideways into her face She entered the cut her tongue Gurgling gratitude for the taste
Do you the dark? hush, and realise That though the angels never Prayers can your mind
We have been far through this long hour We go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...
There was no of the wet Hog's Back The sportscar slumped, into a beech Their giving the vehicle arms Petrol and blood at last together But quick flashes of a lunch red beef, white cloth by a cherrywood fire Game pie, and for him two pints of beer The air tucking under their eyelids As they spun on the at Clandon Their hands steaming from moisture The aromatic finger up to his nostril Dazed mutual masturbation They zigzagged a conservative end
Oh hush, my friend,