You'll always be a level-headed throwback to me
One handle on a word, another resting on a door
There's whispers in the water that you don't like what you see
But we know that there'll be be rarer than these that you'll ignore
You'll always be an iceberg in a stormy, stormy night
Still delicate and always teflon coated 'til the end
There's whispers in the air of things you want to set alight
All poem books and pictures that you can't being back or mend
There you go you've got that wicker basket smile on
There's things you know, but there are people you rely on
There's static and I think that you can feel it more than me
Though you keep it clear expiry dates do nothing, can't you see?
There you go you've got that wicker basket smile on
There's things you know, but there are people you rely on