You missed my eyes, I wonder why, please do it again

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Another Sunny Day

Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden.
You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon.
I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border.
It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees.

Another rainy day, were trapped inside with a train set.
Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met.
You've got the attic window looking out on the cathedral.
And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk.

Another day in June, well pick eleven for football.
Were playing for our lives, the referee gives us fuck-all.
I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines.
Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds.

Now, everybody's gone, you picked me up for a long drive.
We take the tourist route, the nights are light until midnight.
We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula.
We found the avenue of trees, went up to the hill.
That crazy avenue of trees, I'm living there still.

There's something in my eye, a little midge so beguiling.
Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye.
I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear.
You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn't complain.
You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again.

The loving is a mess, what happened to all of the feeling?.
I thought it was for real: babies, rings and fools kneeling.
And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever.
So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart.
Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart.

All the highlights wrapped in pearls

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Funny Little Frog

Honey, lovin' you is the greatest thing,
I get to be myself and I get to sing,
I get to play at being irresponsible,
I come home late and love your soul,
I never forget you in my prayers,
I never have a bad thing to report.

You're my picture on the wall,
you're my vision in the hall,
you're the one I'm talking to,
when I get in from my work.
You are my girl and you don't even know it.
And you're the funny little frog in my throat.

My eyesight's fading, my hearing's dim.
I can't get insured for the state I'm in.
I'm a danger to myself, I've been starting fights
at the party at the club on a Saturday night,
but I don't get disapproving from my girl,
she gets all the highlights wrapped in pearls.

You're my picture on the wall,
you're my vision in the hall,
you're the one I'm talking to
when I get in from my work.
You are my girl and you don't even know it.
I am living out the life of a poet.
I am the jester in the ancient courts.
And you're the funny little frog in my throat.

I had a conversation with you last night,
it was a little one sided but that's all right.
I tell you in the kitchen about my day,
you sit on the bed in the dark changing place
with the ghost that was there before you came.
You've come to save my, my life again.

I don't dare to touch your hand.
I don't dare to think of you, in a physical way.
And I don't know how you smell.
You are the cover of my magazine,
you're my fashion tip, a living museum
I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays.
And maybe tell you all about it, someday.