Here comes the lamplighter

Here comes the night

And the nightingale singing

In the dawning light

Dropping off where you started from

A never-ending circle home

The route of ghosts

Glides through the walls

And at what age

Do you stop wanting more?

The politics of what is lost

When everything slides

And the lights go off

I want to be the one

Still dancing when the lights come on

Or at home with a cup of tea

Watching a documentary about Fanny Burney

I saw the glitter of polished Steel

I needed no injunctions not to restrain my cries

The road awaiting us

Isn't paved with gold

See the light up at the end

Then find it's gone out

Resigned to vacancies

In another life

Our robes are stored away

Waiting for the knife

The route of ghosts

Glides through the walls

And at what age

Do you stop wanting more?

The politics of what is lost

When everything slides

And the lights go off

I want to be the one

Still dancing when the lights come on

Or at home with a cup of tea

Watching a documentary about Fanny Burney

I saw the glitter of polished Steel

I needed no injunctions not to restrain my cries