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lyrics

They told us today was the first day of spring
and wheeled us out into the light
of a garden that’s long
like a haiku gone wrong – strung out with military spite

And though no shoots had burst from the fists of the earth
and the hills still had knuckles of white
I know that the tilt of our axis will help them relax
and I know that it’s good that you write

I was trying to describe you to
a hit-man named Laverne
I said, ‘Pick out a place
in-between her two faces
take twenty paces and turn’

And if he should miss, I may learn to forgive
the night that you pissed in my urn

but his rubber band gun’s hanging loose at his thumb
and I guess that you will never learn
how much I love you

Yes, I love you

And yes, I remember, Zembla in June
the street-sellers’ cries and the room where we slept
How we let the mosquitoes and the children we vetoed
repaint the walls, make us breakfast in bed

and the landlord would walk in on eggshells and baulk
at the splashes of passionate red

but most of all I recall
all the mornings we’d rise with the moon in our eyes
try to talk the sun down from the ledge

Sister Marie brings me paper
and crayons she steals from the visitors’ lounge
she lives here upstairs in a dorm that she swears
is just as attractive as ours

she’s been testing her bed
and our caretaker Ed
and she folds every night at the score
and she shrinks from his side as she tries on for size
the voice beating up through her floor

desperately singing:

‘I love you
Yes, I love you‘

The Sister was reading your letter
she said that
this time
I just must understand

so I’ve had to disclose some of our secret codes
and your gift for disguising your hand

And she kissed both my cheeks
and she sobbed with relief
when I showed her what you’d really said

how you’ll be here any day now to take me away
and to help me to sort out my head

I will meet you when I’m nine years old
in a park where the swings are on fire
and we’ll play in the dust as the roundabouts rust
and the trees hold the telegraph wire

so you won’t be alone on the night you come home
to find out that your dad couldn’t steer
and I will grow up just fine
knowing my missing rhymes

were your laugh
and your smile

and you’re here

and you’re saying, ‘I love you. Yes, I love you.‘

Yes I...