We started out at sunrise bridge
Grumpy stark and fair
With sparkling bells
between our legs
And dolphins in our hair;
My life is so much simpler now,
Carmethene and blue,
Yet it’s nothing more than
Empty gilded frame
For pictures of you.
There’s painters on the frontline
Oils running through their veins;
The generals in state of grace
Transported home in chains.
It hasn’t been confirmed yet
But rumours might be true:
There’s nothing
More serene and clandestine
Than pictures of you.
Whatever lies in store for me
It will be nothing new –
The only thing
that makes it all worthwhile
Is pictures of you.