A Mysterious Disappearance - Grasscut

When you were alone in the hotel

Who were you?

The frost on the grass has melted

Dark Shadows over the wall

Not like it says in the papers

Not like you told them at all

Safe in the comfort of frailty

She sits in the station hall

headlines of her disappearance

She walks with her eyes to the floor

And as the train

It puffs some spits

She writes her name

On everybody’s lips

12 hours later they found it

windscreen smashed by the road

no indication of motif

no message not even a note

And at the opposit end of the country

She sits on a hotel bed

Staring at the face in the mirror

Is it hers or another’s instead

Tea time swing band plays in the lounge

Aspidistras waiters and frowns

A private table, sit on your own

A man on the corner talks on the phone

And phones the cops

They stare and slip

She writes her name

on everybody’s lips

Along with the view of the garden

A gate with a path to the sea

the last of the ripple of laughter

As the band leaves after the sea

Police running over the grassland

foot falls loud in the hall

Boots hard on the stair carpet

Cloud shadows over the wall

And as the tap

It drips and drips

She writes her name

on everybody’s lips

And from the cups

they stare and sip

She writes her name

on everybody’s lips

And as the train

It puffs and spits

She writes her name

on everybody’s lips