See The Bar Paroles

these red letter days

cut and paste all this tension

between the ringing phone

screaming into a dead wire:

'please come home to me

don't find a clever way to say goodbye

leaving's a waste of time

hiding behind a front

because i'm nothing without you

we could be rich in laughter
if not our emnpty hands

and endless waiting

we could set the bar

be the first

to feel defeat, not defeated

'as long as you're here

i'm fine to find

and not feel so lost inside'