dateline disappears/I have loved and lost like the river's lost and found but I've never fought the tide and I've never fucked around/I'm the teacher's son/My favourite sound is churchbells and my greatest love's the sea though I never learnt to swim - never trusted it with me/I wrote a novel in my twenties though it never left my head -aA thousand words a sitting 'til all the characters were dead/I'm the teacher's son/My father was a poet though he never got the chance 'cos his words looked like another's if you took them at a glance/But he met a girl so pretty that he asked her to a dance/And there his words they died liked flowers/There his words, they lost all power/I've been told I have his ways/I've been told I have his grace but he left me on my birthday and the only thing remains : I'm the teacher's son I CAME TO YOUR PARTY DRESSED AS A SHADOW (Words - GA Johnson) I came to your party dressed as a shadow and you never knew, you never knew/I rolled through the halls like a velvet wave, as quiet as an empty stage/I blackened your eyes and stole the light from your glass/But in the cold calm of the morning, lay like a death-kite on your lawn/I came to your party dressed as a shadow, without invitation, without a motive/I parked three streets from the moonlight - the soft walk to your house on a silver string/You were