The canadian brought us snow and lucky strikes for john to smoke
A thursday night with powercuts, in mountain socks, burning books
We watched the jetsons for too long -saw robots in our sleep
Naval lights from amsterdam through the kettle steam
The jesus glow of calor gas illuminates the frosted glass
The windowsill, a battle scene of airfix kits and disney queens
Born too early, wake up too late
Minds of chomsky but low birth weight
Sleeping beside, treat us like eggs
Box-jellyfish light; tinsel legs