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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 everyone’s 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 you’re blowing all your chances

 I asked if there was time

 You said that nothing was decided

 You played me music I hadn’t 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 yesterday’s dress

 The one you nicked from Mary’s 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 80’s records your books by Joyce

 And you pack ‘em 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 wasn’t watching

 The wind was messing again

 And the sun thought about leaving

 You made the dirty shape on the wall

 You thought I wasn’t 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.