There is freedom from the sound 
I hear it echo when she is around 
And it’s all bells and whistles 
I roll down the hill and I feel the thistles 
Burn into my skin 
And so goes the thought of his woman with him 
And I know I must learn to accept 
This feeling of regret 
As they spin a washing machine cycle 
I remember the part that is vital 
And pull the plug on the whole damn thing 
Is it hell to want a ring 
On my finger 
And my favourite singer 
Launches into a new tirade 
And I am too tired to call the fire brigade 
As the house burns 
The sphere turns
And spins in outer space
Isn’t this such a waste 
To let our rag and bone 
Go without a home 
For the longest time 
And what should never have been a crime
Wraps itself like a braid 
Around the man I tried to save
And I call his name 
But they have my arms and his shame 
Won’t let him meet my eyes 
“You’re just a demon in disguise’
I hear him think 
And there is no kitchen sink 
To throw through this wall 
But I have not forgotten you at all 
As I hold up under the onslaught 
And I may be overwrought 
But I’m not underwhelmed 
So I hit send 
And wait for your reply 
I look up at sunset and it’s a red sky