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Broken English

She takes you crawling, lost and hungry, and lets you stay the night
She lets you read every inch of her, and make sense of her rhymes
You study the creases, the longing in every line

And you’ll never know the answers or the meaning and
She pulls you close, revealing she’ll never let you go, go

He’s peeling back the curtains and yearning for the time
Of green lawns and civility, where the check-out girls still smile
He scoffs and tuts at claims and such that society’s on the rise
And thinks instead romance is dead, never looks beyond the lines
The poet’s bed is cold, a trace of opium and lies
Craving the taste of a love they’ll never find
He craves the taste of a love he’ll never find

When all is whittled
By wind, sand or flame
Over seas and centuries
They’ll call my name
They’ll talk of empire
Sketch the mark of my hand
Draft the arteries and revelries
That lay beneath the sands