A Head for Herod - Official Secrets Act

Are you coming round

Is it warm enough

I’ve been the only one to touch you

For so long now

Have you grown tired of my advances

Is it growing dark

I’ve been the only one to cry for you

For so long now

Have you grown tired of my tears

Could you ask for more

Than these corridors

Where I’ve been the only one to lie for you

For so long now

Have you grown tired of my inventions

How you’re growing up

I’ve been the only one to die for you

For so long now

Have you grown tired of my big ideas

No word of this

Lest anybody remembers

The names, the faces, the ages, the genders

The hair, the eyes, the lips and the legs

We’d rather not suffer fresh burns from the embers

Of dying old fires and shared cigarettes

It’s not happened yet