So I'm there. Charging around with a juggernaut brow. Overdraft speeches and deadlines to make. Cramming commitments like cats in a sack. Telephone burn and a purposeful gait. When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch. Of a song that I know. And the world moves in slow-mo. Straight to my head. like the first cigarette of the day. And it's you and it's May. And we're sleeping through the day. And I'm five years ago. And three thousand miles away. Do I have. time? A man of my calibre. Stood in the street like a sleepwalking teenager. No.. And I dealt with this years ago. I took a hammer to every memento. But image on image like beads on a rosary. pulled through my head as the music takes hold. and the sickener hits; I can work till I break. but I love the bones of you. That I will never escape. And it's you and it's May. And we're sleeping through the day. And I'm five years ago. And three thousand miles away. And I can't move my arm. Through the fear that you will wake. And I'm five years ago. And three thousand miles away