Pink Sky

Lyrics

From post codes To ship cove To an end There's a cloud-chaser overhead A match-stick maker Crash coursed and up-streaming With fear and greed At a quarter to four We're trap doors Cubby holing Thanks for nothing I'll be back for more The markings of webbed feet And tracks of torn tradition The bricklayers Glass ceilings And conversation Our blocks Our steps Our trade marker Mother's pearl and father time A brother's penance and mind matter