In the hallway

The hall piano’s missing half its keys
The guitar’s missing a string and in the hallway you’ll sing
like an airborne hang-glider,
falling and rising over Lancashire coastlines

And on the warmth of the breeze
You’d fall with the leaves
and rise with the mountain waves
But the guitar’s missing a string
And the piano needs tuning

The hall carpet’s frayed by the stairs
My jacket’s missing a button on its sleeve
And we’ll talk
in the hallway like white water rafters
First calm before rushing and crashing out

High siding, as the riverbank blurs
Knuckles gripped tight on our life jacket lapels
But the carpet’s frayed in the hall, around the edge of the stairs

It’s the sound of the summer, the sound of the spring,
Windows rattle like soft tambourines
The frame of the door creaks, the saddest violin
The missing notes on the piano are far beyond tuning
A five string guitar, and the carpet’s worn thin
There’s no autumn or winter, just summer and spring

The hall piano’s missing half its keys
The guitar’s missing a string and in the hallway we’ll dance
like waltzers at the fairground
Spinning clockwise, our hands crossed together
Faded paintings, forgotten pop stars
Grace the facades of the old theme park rides
As the accordion plays we’ll dance in the hallway

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