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I want to win this city in June
I want to walk down to the harbor
I want to play guitar like you
I want a saint to be my cellmate
I want the last dream to come true
A train in everyoneâs back garden
A tunnel to the heart of you
A summer Sunday chiming off bodies brown
And the sleepy way you said my name
As you turned and read my fortune
And you picked up verses of ancient texts
That were dripping with your legend
You turned to me and said
You know youâre blowing all your chances
I asked if there was time
You said that nothing was decided
You played me music I hadnât heard
From a long lost 80 s box set
You cooked me dinner I never ate
And we washed up all my dishes
The sun was bloody, the sky was dark
And the bells they kept on ringing
The rats were happy, the mice were full
And there was something wrong with the plumbing
You showed me yesterdayâs dress
The one you nicked from Maryâs Market
You tried to look like her
Because you thought that I would like it
I liked you better I like you loads
I like you unaffected
Take your 80âs records your books by Joyce
And you pack âem up for the summer
The wind was fooling again
And the sun thought about setting
You made the shadow shapes on the wall
You thought I wasnât watching
The wind was messing again
And the sun thought about leaving
You made the dirty shape on the wall
You thought I wasnât watching
It was liberating, your puppet dance
It was our one true moment lasting
You took the slipper you took the pear
You made a still life out of nothing
I want a windless city in June
I want to walk down to the shoreline
I want infinity in a girl
I want a song that kills me.