Strides and vest
F**k the rest, its just illumination
The record player and short-cropped hair
Can they take, can they take any more
Bare of foot, unable to care
Feeling and seeing the deep despair
Can they take any, any more
Rented room, fade and zoom
His personal space for me to play
Banks of lights, electric switches
Nothing to see, nothing to see
No route inside your mind, nothing to find
Invisible, invisible man
Strides and vest
F**k the rest, its just illumination
Drying frame, crying shame, crying game
It’s only tea towels and boxer’s briefs
Empty hangar, crumpled coat
Castle moat it ain’t
Chequered shirt, washed out dirt
Ready for tomorrow, or today
Put up chair, it’s not always there
Not permanent
Somewhere to stare
Though nowhere to hide or confide
Sink full of dishes
Curtains off the swishes
The bins are overflowing
With yesterday’s news
But hang just there; that Roman pillar’s rare
What’s it hide, what’s inside
Besides the wool and shoddy felt
Strides and vest
F**k the rest, it is just illumination
