Do you feel so small
On sunday afternoon
In your loveless house
Full
Six o'clock, all the closing shops
And the rainbows on the
I can see through you beyond the curtain
Inside, inside you
Winter
Late last night, about a quarter to twelve
In the middle
I'm nowhere that I've ever been
I'm no-one, I can't remember
Madeleine hears the bohemians say
She's selfish and crazy
Which isn't so
Were you looking for a sister
Or looking for your mother
She saw that he closed the door
She stole a look
Within the hall of mirrors
Within a crowd of you
Where you're
Have you ever wondered much at all
About your behaviour,
Or worried
Dazed in the twilight
I see the mayfly fly
Clustering 'round streetlamps