VAPOUR TRAILS
Vapour Trails
words and music Jake Hook
Instrumental insert: Francis Haines
Vapour trails across the sky
A blood clot leaks into the perfect eye
A butterfly dries in the paintwork of my mind
And I wish I was a vapour trail - across the sky
And I wish – that I was sometimes someone else - in your eyes
I wish - that I wasn't the bee
Hitting myself off the window panes of our lives
A moth hits my blue electric field
A mother cries for the time the father steals
Another pothole in the road works on our lives
Taken from:
The Butterfly Observations
