The First World War - Climate

Fighting in the first world war

Had knocked my clock onto the floor

I’ve wanted to know for eighty-four years

What’s the time and is it the hour for tea?

I must have found some new words now

A blast of air the lips allow

A liquid bridge across the alveolar ridge

So go ahead and burn your dictionaries

I drove through the rain in my blue car

And then I left the door ajar

Incessant dinging as the pay phone’s ringing

Just to say

«Would you pull your lips off his cheek?»

I stayed in bed with someone new

For half the day and thought of you

No more stomach clocks and half-broken locks

To-day's the best day I’ve had so far without you

Would you hold the umbrella for me?