So we grew up.
Jaded but green as the sea.
Don't give me that "throes of desire" shit -
I need it as little as you need me.

Oh duty and ritual.
Stage shows of marital bliss.
Don't tell me that you bought that shit
over safety
and family politics
cos we're older older older.

Slide shows and smiles.
Half time, behind the scenes.
You show me that cold moon rising and
blame falls
shame calls
noone ever bargains for this.

The sea is for treading water
and the sky is far out of reach.
All those things we call happy endings,
are lonely and pale,
and not ours to keep.
cos we're older older older older.

Then came the day you smiled
to the smell of new perfume.
Oh and you thought you'd found you're freedom
to be what we
cant prove.

Don't touch me.
Don't touch me.

Thin cold hand over water.
Lay your hand over mine.
When did all we made to to steel
and who'll get out alive.

So we grew up.
Or so it's called when they agree
that we lost our hopes and desires
that I need far more than
you need me.