Lovers Retreat

Look at our young faces

They're growing older with each moment

Harder and less beautiful

With every word we say

Stumbling over bridges

And through the backstreets

Waiting for something

But we don't know what

It could be a promise

It could be passion

Eternal life

Or instant death

Wading through rubbish

And dodging choc-a-block cars

Through the door and up the stairs

We'll find some moments of happiness

Between sheets we've known so often

The warmest place in this hostile town

Afterwards, through dust and comfort filled eyes

We can look upwards

And almost stare at the stars