Fallen Face
To the guy I met at British Sound
Fallen face,
Don�t deceive me;
I can see through your pretence
To your eyes
That don�t see me
Ears that don�t hear what I say.
What have I done
That you�re obliged
To explain all that you�re not?
To fight my judgment
Though I won�t;
I wouldn�t dream to judge.
Though you judge me
The instant words
Of passion pass my lips.