Reaching For John Dowland -

Jonny imagined the wonderful sound

Submarine sunk on the Thames by a cloud

Indian brave in the planes of a mall

Hunting the ground for the shortest return

Away from here a miners’cage falls

Dancing like rain off the face of the road

Twisting and tearing wheel snakes in his hand

Later is burned, tomorrow is burned

Torching his alien blood in a forge

Away from here the gunners raise a storm

Here you waited for me

Waited long on the outside

Or the darkside or somethin

Jonny wasmaking the wonderful sound

Searching the strings for a meaning

No-one was there, there was no-one at all

Alone in a huddle, smashing electrons

Away from here a city eats itself alive