LA is hot as [bad word] 
And Manchester is about to freeze
You’re on your way to the mail
To get a letter from me

And as of our seperation
at the Ancienne Belgique
I rock you everynight
In a bed across the sea

Words are all we have for touch
They are our fingers
And I love our words so much
Write your lips to kiss me now
And I can taste you as I read your words out loud

You rise and start your day
With toast and black tea
While I’m in the still of night and pushing back sleep
and I ride the hands of the clock
‘til they fall upon three
And drop me in our virtual garden for elevenses

Words are all we have for touch
they are our fingers and I love our words so much
and write your hands between my legs
and I can feel you as the words jump from the page

The sky is [bad word] 
it’s a lusty dusk
with lovers rouge
wet with sap and musk
under you
under dream spell dust under you
and its [bad word] 
and I know that I must
and with you
I immediately [bad word] 
And it’s so
That I fell at first blush

And it’s snowing in Australia

Just now your letter came
and the pages did say
that you’ll fly from your home to mine
on January 8th
and just now I find that I can just barely wait
and from now until that time
im counting down the days

Words are all we have for touch
they are our fingers and I love our words so much
and write yourself inside me now
and I can feel you as the [bad word] pouring out
words are all we have for touch
they are our fingers and I love our words so much
write your dreams out line by line
and I will stitch them in this heart of mine

It’s me
I’m in Australia