Questing, Not Coasting - Maxïmo Park

Questing

I am not coasting

Nor will I ever

Despite this weather

I said…

Hey you!

What’s new?

I know your face

Hey you!

What’s new?

Let’s go some place

My thoughts that flit

My loosening grip

I need to connect to you now

On our knees against the window sill

Watching the sheet lightening fly

Our hands caught spray from the open window

A blanket of light;

a whitewashed sky

You move your frame

Into the shape

The window makes

A lunar flame

Static headlights glow

In the flooded streets below

The TV turns to snow

Gutters weep with overflow

I said…

Hey you!

What’s new?

I know your face

And I need to connect to you now

On our knees against the window sill

Watching the sheet lightening fly

Our hands caught spray from the open window

A blanket of light;

a whitewashed sky

Thanks for coming by

On such a dreadful night

A net curtain flashes

Outside, the rain, it lashes

Frozen stardust falls

Wide eyes can see it all

On our knees against the window sill

Watching the sheet lightening fly

Our hands caught spray from the open window

And we’re on our knees against the window sill

Watching the sheet lightening fly

Our hands caught spray from the open window

Thanks for coming by