I see that you were Jaywalking
down a dead end North East road
but Bible’s have never belonged  
amongst the books on the Highway Code

We can get the Walker man off our path  
and back in fifties Kansas where he should stay  
and I’ll be the one to cross you over to safety
in the me and you kinda way

So, who needs a car?
even in this inclement weather  
when the journey was always my favourite part
because our hands lock perfect together

You can still chose your crossing
and I will always give you the choice
still I regret the times
that I silenced your beautiful voice

in passing they were
beside the corner next to the monument
two strangers that had already met
who would one day become strangers again

and he found him at the monument
when he saw what he wanted
the beauty of his lover shined back then
and now it's starting to shine again

he kept the image of him inside his head
for months and months he waited
because he could not let him go
and he had to make him his

and one day they will cross paths again

at monument

It gnaws and it ravishes
it consumes in it’s selfish greed
it laughed in your face
and it pecked away at my seeds

It was the water beneath the surface
that ensured that we would inevitably rust
it was the fuel on the fire
that eventually would burn away your trust

And just like my Father
I was unnecessarily mean
repeating the cycle of abuse 
destroying what was once evergreen

I fought away the hands of time
as it wreaked havoc on our faces
and prayed I’d keep death at bay
while she counted us down to our graces

Thought I had tied our souls together
but nobody taught me how to tie my laces
I don't even think a double knot
could have kept us in our places

His eyes could light the room
before I even touched a curtain
He has beauty I do not
And of that I am certain.

you may persue the same religion
but that book is mine
that is my holy bible
that you've got tucked neat between your thigh

my hand written annotations
will remain splashed across it's pretty pages
and my tear-stained droplets
will still be there when it beautifully ages

so you can read it, you can rip it
you can even tear out the middle
but my name will always be inside it
because we ****** so hard in riddle