the safety of a pseudo silk kimono A morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my eyes The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his
Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall Do you remember dawn escapes from moon washed college hall s Do you remember the cherry blossom
When the taxis gather in mock Solemnity Funeral hearses court the death of virginity Was it paradise lost or paradise found? Did we gain respect or were
A love song with no validity Pretend you never meant that much to me Numb, a Valium child, bored by meaningless collisions A lonely stretch of headlight
I was walking in the park dreaming of a spark When I heard the sprinklers whisper Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns Then I heard the children singing
can do anything And I'm still the child 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction And I found direction There is no childhood's end You are my childhood
I. Wide Boy Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian Wide boys, we were wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian Wide boys, we were
When I hit the streets back in '81 Found a heart in the gutter and a poet's crown I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears Where have I been for all
have been mystical There's a presence A child, my child My childhood, a misplaced childhood Give it back to me, give it back to me A childhood, that childhood
could never happen again So wrong, so wrong This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous This time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous
