IT’S GONNA BE OK

Template for Love

Isn’t it a shame
That lust and love are often such
Uncomfortable companions
Like the tortoise and the hare
The race is won but often done in such an uninspired fashion

And I don’t want to put the lovers off
The ones who have been planning their eternity
For years

But when is settling down
Just settling for a life devoid of flame?
For a friend without the fire?
Like every metaphor for lust
Has just resorted to cliché

It might just be that I’m a little cynical at heart
It’s only getting worse
I never could believe
We’re at the centre of God’s universe





And now I’m old I can’t escape
The fact that I don’t have that much to say
If it’s important it’s happening far away
And the lines we drew in black and white
Are turning fast to grey
But I know
It’s gonna be ok


Another hundred pilot whales
Just left the sea and lay down stranded
On a beach in Golden Bay
Their navigation went awry
Or maybe they’re just tired of living
In a neo-liberal lie
I’m no psychiatrist
But they’ve seen money trickle down
To cuter animals for years

And I’ve spent all of mine
On pricey cheese and booze and drugs
And travelling to Berlin
To wander ‘round and sing
My self-indulgences to drunks
And it feels as though we’re going back
The wind is black
They’ve laced the gloves

It’s hard to see how far we’ve come
Just remember we’ve erased
An ancient template for love

And now I’m old I can’t escape
The fact that I don’t have that much to say
If it’s important it’s happening far away
And the lines we drew in black and white
Are turning fast to grey
But I know
It’s gonna be ok
Oooh oooh oooh
Yeah I know
It’s gonna be ok




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