Was there laughter when we were locked   My hand on your mouth when you talked   It could only mean treasures and drinking   And private parades for your private thinking      People believe that I've known you for years   And that all of your medals are mine   And the fruit that you picked   When we started to look like this   Then it's turned into wine      I could open the door and step into the rain   Not knowing the traffic but sure   There's a book on the shelf   And a new load of delf   You'll buy it yourself   I'll go with you      This isn't my footprint   This isn't my town   This lost body's been washed up in heaven   Like wool on a barb I've been caught on the run   On the run from this shimmering flood   Of loneliness      Was there laughter when we were locked   My hand on your mouth when you talked   It could only mean treasures and drinking   And private parades for your private thinking   I cleaned my house and wept   So happy that i'd been kept   And though I've also done some keeping   There's a little weeping left