He’ll never be happy with minute weather 
As I watch them trudge through the heather 
Making sticks and stones of water 
Hoping for a son or daughter 
And I just stifle a laugh 
Coz it’s not good to do things by half 
And half that you despise 
And every car is a new ride 
When you’re going to the sea 
And grey history 
Reaches around your legs like vines 
And you blame me ten thousand times 
For daring to point out the truth 
That you have lost something of youth 
In all your growing up 
In the sacrifice you make for love
A freedom, a burning, a fever dream 
And now all you can do is scream 
Into the echoes of what you’ll never be
At least what you’ll never do with me 
And you feel the absence, you feel the longing 
You remember the moment of belonging 
And how it aches 
As she forsakes 
What she wants to be 
For what is growing between thee
And it’s fine and it’s normal and it’s perfectly okay 
But you both know it won’t make your day 
As you get on with what you have
And try to bury the feeling bad 
In between the plots of land 
Where everything is going grand 
And it’s green and it’s ploughable and it’s fertile soil 
But the water won’t come to the boil 
On that kind of flame 
Does she share your name 
Or is it a hidden kind of surrender 
That you can’t bear to remember 
Because it’s making you the man you always wanted to be 
As you reply monosyllabically 
And I let you go 
Because I don’t fucking know 
What you want 
And if a ghost will haunt
Then I’ll let it flail 
What you buy is not up for sale 
On this lawn 
I suddenly realise that you’re gone