Hilted - Max Tundra

Six seconds in your company makes me feel upset

That I’ve only known you for six seconds yet

Every minute we haven’t spent together

All of the hours we are going to

Will come marching towards me in swathes

Hey, ah!

There you are;

play the piano in this next bar…

With a blow of an eastern breeze

On a flag of your face unfurled

I collide with you in this heat

Under blanket of borrowed blue

Splitting silence with every smile

Even ammonites hear us sing

And a rail on an outside road

Rusting over with us in here

We shall settle a stack of woes

With affectionate angled arms

Will you lead me across this room

As we knock other couples pell-mell?

Promenade to a sweet dischord

In a London before the flood

To another an early fade

Nine behind us and three in front