A Sail

It's long gone, that carry on from December.

It is no matter, if you remember

mulled paper bagged wine

and too much bedside whiskey.

I will roll my heart up,

I will roll my heart up in my sleeve.

Now it is your line, I know that I wrote it.

If you tell a lie, no one will notice

and of you and I, I was the loudest.

While you stayed quiet, we were surrounded.

It's long gone our carry on from the winter.

I asked you upstairs

and two we tangled in my hair.

You were never one for chronic chattering,

your heart beat pale,

while I flew my colours,

I flew my colours like a sail.

Now it is your line, I know that I wrote it.

If you tell a lie, no one will notice

and of you and I, I was the loudest.

While you stayed quiet, we were surrounded.

I will roll my heart up

I will roll my heart up

I will roll my heart up

I will roll my heart up

End