High C

An apple tart, wafting on the window
Caked in lore, baked in love for me
Those old ghosts won’t sit still and keep their oars out
They’re rippling up a tide, it’s deep and it’s wide
It floods the kitchen with memory, brings smiling and beguiling
You bake on, blue eyes wide, defiant yet forgiving
Constantly inviting all your love for us to rise up in a pie
I watch it caramelise

The thing about hurt, it hangs in the air
A subtext that’s felt, but never spoken
Keeping the show on the road, like a trouper
With fences to mend, babies to tend
You got the spell and the spark, it sends our worries out to sea
Silver machinery, wrapped up in harmony
Now you’re fading from high c, no rhyme or reason, just a season
To lay low beside your family

The axis of your heart, turns and burns
On the orbit of all our love for all you are
I'm a stream and you’re the source
When I turn around and you’re not there
I see your blue eyes and they sparkle like a flare
You whispered: Mind yourself
Though you’re not there, I hear ya: Mind yourself, like a prayer
Mind yourself

An apple tart, wafting on the window
Caked in lore, baked in love for me
Those old ghosts won’t sit still and keep their oars out
They’re rippling up a tide, it’s deep and it’s wide
It floods the kitchen with memory, brings smiling and beguiling
You bake on, blue eyes wide, defiant yet forgiving
Constantly inviting all your love for us to rise up in a pie
I watch it caramelise