The Shipping Forecast

She made a starshape
On the ground
Drew me up with marmite fingers
She was the most English of girls
Hair hung straight to pretty curls

Ducking for froth with the end of her nose
Harry Nillson poured out on a cartridge
It starts to rain

All our wishes came unstuck
All that we wanted

There's truth in travellers' tales
There was this girl
In the summer I'll be boring them
Both with castles
When we're apart

All our wishes came unstuck
All that we wanted

I have been there
Spinning with the payload
It's a bomb dear -
Elbows off the table

One by one cloudless and starry
Age of reason sheer weight of numbers

Took the path to the top of the hill
Stopping for breath
Stopping for holding on
Where do we go from here
Right to the end
Right to the end of the sky

The older I get the less it makes sense
The colder I get
When you are there
It starts to make a little bit of sense
When you're not around
It doesn't make any sense anymore
It's all fallen down

Vespasian brought his legion here
Now it's all fallen down
Vespasian brought his people round
Now it's all fallen down
Within the circle of a Kathryn wheel
That starts to burn and turn
Away from here